When the fur flies

When things go well, I feel great about life, and am glad to walk this planet.When I have struggles in my relationships,especially people who are biochemically challenged and trying to bite my head off for not agreeing with them, it wears me out until I feel so worn down I cannot walk. I forget things, especially that the Lord is my Shepherd. I forget the God of glory and comfort. I internalize. Sadly more times than not I react, but God did not make me like that. That is my difference with animals. I am not made to react, I am made to choose. I am made to perhaps think about reacting but then choose a higher better way. May God bless me in this, that the better way come to be my way of dealing with struggles.

AFTERMATH

We are all children. If you are a mammal, much less a human being, you are born, not hatched, not formed in a soft or hard shell and exuded out of a body cavity, not deposited in water. We are born. We were formed in our mother's womb. By cells coming together, yes. But under whose direction?Reductionists would say the cells did it on their own. Creationists would say that it was under the direction of God. What is the answer? Can birds fly on their own? Where did animals get instinct? While cells once started develop a certain way, who tells the cells, who communicates to the DNA which way to go? What an incredible concept! That there is a being there that communicates to something as tiny as an angstrom (much, much, much less than a millimeter) to form cells, which then form an embryo, which then forms a fetus, and so on and so on and so forth. Instead of being afraid of that being, celebrate Him. God wants you to.

A Good Day

What is a good day? Is it a day without an accident? Is it a day without losing one's temper:? How about a day without 1 meal instead of without 3 meals? Often this is relative. Good days for some people mean different things and are no less important than one another. What brings us all together is that we are different parts of the same body, different planets in the same solar system, different dialects of the same language. Nothing is truly new under the sun but we are all prisoners of the belief that we are different and therefore special. We are different, we are special, but not in a way we normally think. We are special to God because He loves us no matter who we are or what we do. Does that make us right ? Not always, it just makes us His. And when we realize we are His workmanship designed to do good things, no matter whether digging ditches or leading as president. He can use us all.

Complain, complain, complain

We all complain. Even the most optimistic of us complain, such as myself. It is a human trait, just like survival through eating or protection. God is so awesome He gives us enough rope to -- pardon the expression -- hang ourselves. We are free to come to Him in humility or come to Him in  awe or not come to Him at all. He has not complained without justification, as we including myself often do. God help us to look for Jesus in everyone we look, or at least in every situation may we see Him and feel His hand in ours and His arms around us.