Heavens perspective

Fluttering Humanity


We spend our lives trying to fit in, be accepted, play by the rules and do the right thing and yet over time our dreams can seem more elusive leaving us feeling alone, dejected or empty. As the years pass the gap between reality and possibility widens, or so it seems. Fears creep in and we feel thwarted at every turn. Doubts whisper more persistently ... the world tightens around us. The distance between hopes and dreams seems insurmountable. Talents, skills and abilities have been discarded becoming a faded memory. We may have buried what makes us unique, individual and altogether lovely under a pile of societal expectations, family pressures or life's adversities. The freedom to be our unique selves has escaped us as we are swept up in the day to day business of life and the various roles we play as wife, mother, lover, confidante, nutritionist, disciplinarian and so on. Life can become defined by what we do instead of by who we are. 


However

We get to play an irreplaceable role in our own lives. Unlike a play or performance, no one can play our part as well as we can. The world is our stage and an understudy just Will NOT DO! This is not a dress rehearsal. This is it! We have this time, this moment in history to be all that we were created to be. 

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 I can just imagine the details of our lives being scripted with minute exactness, deftly written within the throne room of heaven. Discussed in hushed tones throughout the hallways of heaven as angels come and go, sneaking a peek at the masters plans as the vastness of eternity echoes in the distance. The air is alive with electric undercurrents as hope is forged, destinies formed and lives purposed. Limitless potential is carefully wrapped within our frail humanity and embedded deep within our core. The seeds of purpose and destiny sown in anticipation. Who are we then to question the validity of such a master plan? Who are we to allow such potential to go unmet? If we could but see from heavens perspective - our life divinely appointed for a time such as this!


We who are divinely designed, artistically crafted and so irresistibly delightful to the core, truly are altogether lovely!


So my beautiful friend, dig deep into your heart and soul and unearth what makes you unique, individual and altogether lovely. Allow the breath of heaven to do its work through you and in you today.  

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Rain Falling

The rain is falling outside. I love this quiet falling rain, its gentle soothing sound where tranquility abounds. Mesmerised by the rivulets of water streaming down the window, I am lulled into a state of reflective contemplation. My mind wanders down a well trodden path of inner observations as I carefully consider, thoughtfully examine and intentionally muse upon the life that continues to expand and widen before me. A graciously redeemed and heaven bought life. I take this moment to cast light upon my innermost thoughts, my deepest feelings and secret longings. I open the recesses of my heart and delve deep. I go past recent hurts and on through the pain of yesterdays .... pushing through the long ago aches of years gone by. I arrive at the securely guarded gates of my heart.

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It seems a little overgrown .... a few cares have got in the way. Gently I brush the surface of the gate and cast the cares aside. I step through its arc and walk up the worn and deserted path. I can make out the imprints of a heavily ridged shoe edged into the dirt. I muse about who may have gone before me? Who's shoe walked this path I now tread? Arriving at the door to my heart, I lean heavily upon the wooden expanse. Pausing for a moment I take in a deep breath and give the door a gentle push, expecting it to slowly open. It does not! Curiously I peek into the key hole where dust and dirt remain. I can see nothing. I jiggle the handles expecting this action to bring a creaky release. With greater determination I lean in and heave with all of my weight. The sturdy doors do not budge. It would seem that they are locked tight. 

Frustrated I flop down and survey the horizon of my soul. Its quiet here in this place, alone with my thoughts. I wonder why these gates are so secured? ....  I think about the reasons, the facts and an undeniable truth. I consult with reason and listen to sound judgement. I confront reasoning, understanding and intellect. I wonder about this place. I allow the thoughts to come and go and remain so very still in this space between hope and suspended horizons.

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A glimmer of light catches my eye, its resplendent glow inches forward and creeps from beneath the door and I wonder at its brilliance. This luminescent embrace spreads out, creeps forward and encircles me. It holds me securely. I hear a voice beyond the doors and wonder at is origin, so sure and strong and full of grace. A tremble escapes my soul, a fear dissipates and is discarded. A doubt becomes dislodged. I hear a sound as gentle as falling rain begin to call my name. Slowly, very slowly the doors begin to open.