Month: March 2014

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To speak or not to speak

29 March 2014 · The worst thing about being hopping mad at a time when you can’t do anything about it – is that you can’t do anything about it. The best thing about being hopping mad at a time when you can’t do anything about it – is that you can’t do anything about it.

29 March 2014 · So today as I’ve spent time mulling over the thing I was hopping mad about I’ve exhausted my need to hop and am calm tho quietly frustrated and sad – and glad of the forced time to think and be prayerful. There’s a quote picture thingy floating around on these pages that asks:

Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary? – as a rule of thumb for posting on FB. I do like it but have needed more questions today as I’ve thought on things. These are:

If I don’t speak up will anything bad happen? (Possibly… In a connect the dots kind of a way)

In the overall scheme of things, how much damage has been done? (Minimal)

Is there a principle involved? (Most assuredly – and herein lies my trap of the past).

So will I speak up? Well first I discuss with my less fuzzy other half… And then we will see. But at least I’m in a better head space.

Some years ago I had a picture of myself trapped stationary under a mighty hand of love. A strange one for sure, but then I read “You hem me in, You are behind me and before me” and I eventually ceased the struggle to free myself of that Hand.

How and what do you do to regulate yourself when hopping mad?

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Waiting in the hallway

I have had a sense of waiting, or of being ‘put on hold’, or of change a’coming several times in my life.

The first time I was aware of it, it lasted for years. I had a sense of being like a toddler kicking, crying and thrashing but with my Daddy’s hand so firmly on my head that I could not hurt myself or do any damage or move in any direction – comforting and frustrating all at once.

I have learned first hand that the hallways have their own purposes and that sometimes we find ourselves striding into the next room and sometimes we wake up and find we’re already there.

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Pigs and pearls, good as evil

27 March 2014

It’s a tricky balance this speaking up for what you believe on a public forum.

This verse is about appropriate application – NOT name calling – and is often my decider on whether to get involved or not. (Usually not)

“Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.”

You might just as easily say “do not hang your fragile crystal in a hurricane and expect it back intact”.

I have been torn to pieces in the past… unnecessarily because I didn’t understand/apply this proverb.

It isn’t of course a stand-alone principle- there are always other things to consider… like this:

“Therefore do not let what you know is good be spoken of as evil.”

But even that is clarifying… the reverse can be a trap.

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Burst bubble

A bubble in my memory
Sequestered in my mind
Tonight was burst unbidden
A jail break from time
I didn’t know it held me
So bound up in its grasp
Until it burst unbidden
This piece of jagged past
And now a smile – old pain released
A sadness buried long
Finally not seventeen
The broken record – gone!