Fret Appeared As A Flick

Philippians 3:13-14 “I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I’m not turning back.” MSG

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I received a phone call saying that one of my son’s is not doing well and is thinking of quitting his job for a lesser one.

Let me back up four months past.

My oldest son was involved in an automobile accident. He was rear ended by a van going at 60 mph totaling his car. He, his wife and two young son were in the car at the time. Thankfully, no one else was hurt, only him. After three months of recovery, he returned to work, but he’s not the same.

The neck injury is effecting one of his hand. He’s unable to hold on to things. As his mother, my heart broke again as I heard the news. This son has faced one challenge after another without much of a break. Some of those are of his own doing, but others came as magnets not releasing him until the lasting damages had taken its course, much like this one.

When I’m riding on God’s Eagles, His promises, like the verse in Philippians and receive heart tugging news of one of my children struggling, I want to land the eagle and ask my child to climb aboard.

But, I can’t.

I can only call and point to the Lord’s almighty eagle for them to climb on.

Before fret ignited full-blown worry in my soul, I pointed my son where the Holy Spirit led me. I couldn’t believe my eyes as read, Isaiah 4: 10.

“. . . I’ve picked you. I haven’t dropped you.’
Don’t panic. I’m with you.
    There’s no need to fear for I’m your God.
I’ll give you strength. I’ll help you.
    I’ll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you.” msg

My hope is that my son climbed aboard.

Trusting my God gave no room for the flame of worry to crash me to the ground of uncertainty and disbelief. I continued to soar on my eagle. For, I must press on to the goal God has before me.

Without a doubt, I knew the Lord reached down to my son. All my son needed to do was to take His Lord’s hand and climb on His promise.

Holly Spirit minister to my son’s spirit as you have minister to mine. Help him to hear what God wants him to know. Direct his path along the side his Savior. Lord, strengthen his faith and belief in You.

God, please give my husband and I wisdom on how to advice our son, or not to speak, plus being the godly parents he needs at this time. Thank you, for all you are doing and will do for my son and his beautiful family.

May you find encouragement in God’s word and my story.

Soar on Eagles Wings. (Click on soar and wings to listen to songs.)

 

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Absent But Not Gone

On a frozen bench

I found my heart

It faced tomorrow

where moments

come from

While it held

Past memories

 It showed me

How there’s plenty

room for more

to materialize

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It has been several days since I’ve posted anything, only because I’ve been spending time with my daughter. She turned twenty-three years-old this week and she still captivates my motherly heart.

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Even though, we both would have loved to stay indoors, next to a cozy fire, we ventured out on a foggy, cold day and hiked the hoarfrost land.

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When she returns to her work, in Seattle, Washington she will be absent from my life, but never gone from my heart.

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I’ve frozen these past days the Lord allowed me to have with her.  In the future, I’ll take a moment, like an ice-cube, from this week, thaw it out and relive the memory of our exploration as I drink from my past.

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In spite of the cold, freezing day in Anchorage, Alaska and it’s ice, slippery paths, we talked, laughed, and giggled the whole way, especially when we slipped and slid down the slanting path to the beach.20171227_155616.jpg

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Here are a few  photos of her in the Kincaid park, a winter wonderland in Anchorage, Alaska. At the end are photos of a baby whale carcass. Which she wanted to see.

The young whale was washed to shore in late September. Now the carcass looks like deformed frozen stones. Once, one get’s close to the decomposing form one can see it was a whale, a spiritual being for the Native Alaskan tribes.

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INHERITANCE ~ Don’t Think About It

The question, what should I leave my children after I die? enters my mind and immediately vanishes. Maybe, I didn’t want to think about it.

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Now with the word, inheritance bolded and in capital letters at the top of this blog, it became more than a weekly word challenge. It was a cement block. My thoughts were not moving forward to plan my writing on the subject.

I decided to take time to think and dig deep. Then one thought form. I asked my soul a question. This is what developed.

Me: “Soul, are you afraid of dying?”

Soul: “No, are you?”

Not expecting the question to be bounced back at me, it left me thoughtless for a few seconds. Soon, I acknowledged the question, am I afraid of dying? Well, no. Yet, I rather live, than to go to heaven and see God’s face.

I told my soul, “No, I’m not afraid. I’m just not ready to die. There is too much to live for.”

Then another question developed and I asked my soul, “By the way, do you know why inheritance is not allowing us to move forward?”

My soul answered, “Probably because you don’t want to face the fact that your children will not treasure what you refuse to let go.”

Me: “That was straight to the point. Do you honestly think I’m refusing to let go of those things?”

My soul: “If you don’t believe me why don’t you ask your heart. Go ahead, ask. Nothing is blocking us. Here let me wake her. she will tell you like it is, that’s if you’re ready to hear the truth. But be aware that if she senses any bit of sadness or fear, she will protect you and will help you think about something else. She will not reveal the truth, if you are not ready to hear it. If I was her, I will tell you like it is.”

Me: “Then, you tell me?”

My Soul: “I’ve tried. I’m the one who reminds you. But, you allow your heart to dictate your mind and you both run away. Here, she comes,”

My Heart: “Soul, did you call me?”

“I did, Lidia needs to know why ‘inheritance’ has block our way.”

“Oh?” My Heart looked away and stutter as she said, “Maybe we should go. Let’s look at Instagram and see how many like you have on your last post.”

My Soul: “See, I told you.”

I placed my phone down, then I said, “I just looked. Now tell me what I need to hear.”

My Heart: “Well, you see, your children will not want the things that are in the house because that’s not what they treasure. They value you. But you keep yourself away from them. If you want to know the truth, which I know you  do, I will speak like your soul does. I’m their inheritance, your heart, not the things in your house.”

Stunned, I couldn’t respond.

My heart gently spoke, “This truth has been the least hurtful but enlightening., right?”

I nodded.

Then my spirit joined us and whispered, “The inheritance you want to leave with your kids, it’s time, making memories. That’s what you really want to give them.”

My heart said, “It is true. But, what you must leave behind will cost you the most, go to them and create lasting memories.”

I waited for my soul to say something, but all my soul did was joined us. We agreed to visit each child and make movies that will never fade.

Memories will be my living inheritance, which I chose to give each of my children and grandchildren as long as I can be involved.

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