A Divided Heart

A bit of startling news came my way. I can't remember what I heard. However, the impression that remained left me unsettled, more than the news itself. I wondered: What's wrong with me? I should have a strong emotional reaction. Instead I feel indifferent.

I took my concern before the Father, in prayer. These words drifted through my mind in a matter-of-fact style, "It's because you have a divided heart."

I inquired what this meant. And, how did it apply to my problem?  

"You want to move into the future, but, every time you work on your manuscript you are pulled back to the past, where you reacquaint yourself with the pain, as a way to communicate to the reader the sorrow that filled your soul."

I nodded, squeezed my eyes tight and waited for the remedy to come.

"This is not emotionally healthy. It is not good to be living in the past. I will give you grace to finish the book. The response to the things that normally stir you will return."

I whispered, "Thank you."

The witty artist, Mary Engelbreit once penned, "There is no future in looking back."

Are you looking back? Are you unable to live fully alive in the present?

Arouse your courage, grab some understanding and embrace the wisdom from Heaven to help place your eyes on a bright future. It won't be easy, I know. But, it will be worth it to sing songs of thankfulness as a living testimony of Father's faithfulness.

See you next week. I'm finishing up chapter 22 today.

Pearls and Pigeons

In the late 70's the most basic necessity started to disappear off the walls of our public bathrooms. It was a change that I didn't welcome. It caused an awkward, red faced situation.

One Sunday while visiting the Fashion Faire mall, I sat under an overhang where pigeons loved to gather. Suddenly I felt liquid warmth oozing down my arm. I grabbed my purse to look for a tissue, a napkin...something to remove the mess and my embarrassment. Nothing. There was nothing. I barked an order to my younger brother, "Run down stairs to the restroom and bring me a paper towel."

He dashed off. I moved to hide myself from the shopper's view. Finally, my help appeared, but his hands returned empty. Out of breath he informed me, "There are only hand driers."

Has the unexpected dropped into your life  and you found your purse empty; compounded by the loss of things you once relied on became scarce.?

I have.

What I hoped would be a short, quick fix turned into learning how to live while waiting for an answer.

A journey began. What worked in the past didn't seem to work. The lessons I've learned are my pearls. They are now strung and ready to share. I invite you to follow my blog as I share how I learned to obtain peace after the pigeons left their mark.

Let the journey begin,
Ralaine