I am reflecting on a rather disturbing email that I woke up to from a person I can’t really call a good friend. FB posts and private messages contain much negative content that I find burdensome. My position was taken to task, I was called to answer for my “judgement” of the choices made by the person. We are on 2 totally different pages and it makes me sad. My goal for my perspective for my day’s direction and communication is to be a spiritually encouraging influence but I am accused of judging, bragging about to whom I minister, etc. They would rather I would be a “realist” by their definition, and make my comments of similar tone as theirs, so all my contacts would be apprised of the awful deeds of mankind, the horrible state and condition of our country, the terrible mindset of politicians, and on and on it goes, without any mention of our hope in Eternity because of a relationship through Jesus Christ. How dismal.
Please know….anything I share of a spiritual tone is meant to be an encouragement to you. I can’t do less because God has so deeply ingrained in me His goodness and grace. In this time of grief what I say here along those lines is as much for my eyes to read and my mind to absorb as it is for anyone else. I need to constantly keep my focus on God’s plan and purpose, that’s where I find my comfort and true joy. I am trying to regain balance, and trudge on ahead. I tried hard to describe to that individual that Jesus changes hearts and minds, while focus on current events merely causes frustration, anger, fear and the like. Somehow that was interpreted as judging, and not understanding that we are all different. We might all be different but if we claim to know Christ, and be reconciled to God through our faith in Him, then is it too much to expect that words would reflect that faith? And that was the whole point of my conversation / explanation as to why I could no longer keep my friendship in tact on FB. So be it. I am not called to explain myself, just to be so aware of how blessed we are that it over flows and spills out.
I am sitting here smiling. What I smile about is the memory of working in the garden with 4 young, not very willing children, pulling weeds. Trying to make it a fun adventure rather than an evil plot to make them miserable….I sang to them…. “Oh Julie (Jenny, Jon and Jessica followed in succession) do you love Jesus”, then helping her with the response “Oh yes I love Jesus” …the song goes on, “here’s why I love Jesus, because He first loved me” Then to the chorus that I was more clearly singing in my head, that made me smile…. “Oh how I love Jesus, Oh how I love Jesus…because He first loved me”. A good memory from a very long time ago. And a memory that I have reestablished with the grandchildren…as I work along with them beside me. Second generation Garden Singers. Love it.
What do you do to make faith and trust a part of daily interaction with those in your path, walking alongside or following behind?
A Matriarch's Musings 