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Hello My Friend, We Meet Again

Impractical Dreaming

17 Mar Hello My Friend, We Meet Again

Today I was sitting in the coffee shop and five women came in. They sat down and began chatting, catching up (and venting) about each of their weeks. They pulled out a game…one with yellow, jumbo-size domino looking pieces and cards…what game this is I have no clue. So I, naturally, began taking notice of their interactions. One of the woman was ranting about her husband, another about her job, another Atlanta roads…apparently she’s a new arrival. They chatted and laughed and played their game, completely oblivious to me and my nosey self.

I thought it was so sweet. Sweet that these people were taking time out of their schedules to keep track with one another. I think people don’t do this enough. We get so wrapped up in our own ‘busy’ lives that we leave little to be made for others. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not undermining your busy schedule…I just think our culture has lost sight of the importance of community. We’re discussing this in my small group right now and it truly is important. I am in love with my group right now. There are only 5 of us, but everyone is awesome!
We’re in week five of our bible study now too…sorry it has been so long since I last wrote. I became a mom and my life went kaput! No… I am just kidding!!! The H-man…Henry, my new pup…I can’t remember if I told you, unique reader, that I have a new puppy. A poodle bichon frise mix. Just for your information…he’s the cutest dog ever birthed. Dog lovers do not be offended, it is simply fact. đŸ˜‰ (No mom bias here.) He is bringing such joy to my life! I never thought I could love a little fur ball so much…but I do! Just ask my sister…she will quickly, but not so happily, inform you that he is completely rotten. Haha It is true. He stinks up the house. But whether it’s because he’s so stinkin cute or because he’s a rotten egg is still up for debate! Anyways, so my reason for being so incredibly MIA is not that I have the squeakers…it is simply, I have been tending to other things. My apologies. Also, sometimes when I think too much one of two things happen. Number one: My hands and fingers cannot keep up with all that wants to be set free from the bondage of my mind. Or number two: The overflow of thoughts causes a major traffic jam, we’re talking 6pm 75 traffic here. So…due to the overwhelming amount this bible study has me thinking, and every time I go to write nothing happens…I am thinking the latter is certainly to blame.
Speaking of bible study…Beth Moore has truly challenged us to allow the Lord to dig deep and get at the core of our bondage. Last week we discussed generational bondage…being the 3rd of three generations of mine in the room that was interesting! Haha…actually, it was very interesting hearing what my mom and gma had to say about the generation before them. I learned a lot. I think we’re all slowing warming up to one another, the whole group I mean. We certainly have a small eclectic group of folks, but I believe God is stirring up huge things among us!
The verse that really touched my heart today is this…
“Listen to my prayer, O God, do not ignore my plea; hear me and answer me.
My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught at the voice of the enemy, at the stares of the wicked; for they bring down suffering upon me and revile me in their anger.
My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death assail me.
Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.
I said, ‘Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest- I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter. far from the tempest and storm.’
Confuse the wicked, O Lord, confound their speech, for I see violence and strife in the city.
Day and night they prowl about on its walls; malice and abuse are within it.
Destructive forces are at work in the city; threats and lies never leave its streets.”
Psalm 55:1-11
I feel like this currently…distraught by my own thoughts, horrified at my own selfishness and unwillingness to give in, I cry to be whole and completely healed yet still whole something back. This caused another song to pop in my mind…Leona Lewis (for all you Zumba fans out there!!

Angels lift you off the ground

I’ve got shadows weighing me down

Still you believe, you believe in me

I wish I could feel that way

You can trust so easily

I can’t give you all of me
Still your holding on when you should be gone
I wish I was that brave

You go to fight for love like a soldier
I wanna run away
You’re never scared to walk through the fire
I wish I had your faith

I turn away knowing my heart could break
I’m so afraid to fall and surrender
I’m not brave, I’m not brave

Keep my guard up constantly
Stop this pain from piercing me
Now I don’t know how, how to put it down
I wish I was that brave

You go to fight for love like a soldier
I wanna run away
You’re never scared to walk through the fire
I wish I had your faith

I turn away knowing my heart could break
I’m so afraid to fall and surrender
I’m not brave, I’m not brave

I’m not, I’m not brave
Still you believe, you believe in me
I wish I was that brave

You go to fight for love like a soldier
I wanna run away
You’re never scared to walk through the fire
I wish I had your faith

I turn away knowing my heart could break
I’m so afraid to fall and surrender
I’m not brave, I’m not brave
I’m not brave, I’m not brave

Sometimes this is how I feel, and it makes me want to literally laugh out loud and how bizarre that is when I KNOW of the strength I have in Christ. He IS my strength. So thankfully, a later part of that same Psalm says…

“But I call out to God, and the Lord saves me.
Evening, morning and noon I cry out in distress, and He hears my voice.
He ransoms me unharmed from the battle waged against me, even though many oppose me.
God, who is enthroned forever, will hear them and afflict them-men who never change their ways and have no fear of God.” (v. 16-19)

How incredible is that!!? That the Maker of all things hears the cry of my broken heart and not only does He hear it but He acts on my account. Wow.

So why would fear be one of my biggest chains of bondage you ask?
My answer: I don’t know. My prayer is that my heavenly Father continues to tug, pluck, pull, push, and chip away at my heart until I know true and complete surrender, as long as I hold onto my fear (and my bitterness towards those who have betrayed me) I will never be free. Fortunately though, my God is bigger than me and can make these things possible and I feel my heart softening each and every day! Praise to my Creator who has a will, a way, and a unique plan for my small and calloused heart.

Humbled.

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