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By Jodi Gardner
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Within me, mortality screams a war cry, taking one battle ground at a time, just as a combat troop claims a hill only to loose it in the battles of earthly reality and spiritual byways. I too grieve the barrage of recent multiple funerals, my inability to physically and financially provide for myself, the loss of my beloved career, and the demise of my middle-class American lifestyle. Life appears in utter shambles.
When will this senseless carnage end? How long will families wail in mourning? How long will the little boy hide in shame for someone else's perversions? How long will a young woman lament the loss of her dreams due to illness? How long will hallucinations and delusions haunt our precious people? How long will God allow His children to live in terror, hunger, abuse, and inadequate shelters?
I pound on Heaven' doors pleading for the Master. He must know the wreckage within His territory. Just as a warship's captain assumes responsible for those under his command, our Lord professes this duty for His children. He assures us He will not leave nor forsake us.
He uses simple people like us to express His love; just as, in our darkest hours someone else shines His light for us. Many are battle fatigued; we do not know from where we will draw strength to keep moving. How easy it would be to give up and walk into the sea. Why not? We already feel as pebbles tossed around by life's crashing waves. With each tumble we become smoother and smaller, until sometimes we no longer recognize ourselves in the mirror.
The waves invasively eroded me these last two years. I peer into my remaining tranquil pools, only to distinguish a new me. My self-image waxed and waned until I perceived myself as the High King's daughter. My body shrieked and thrashed with pain until all I could do was cry, thus shedding the accumulated tears within my rampart. My independence descended to the ocean floor, making me reliant on the life-boat of His provision. My mind churned with the tides, until I focused upon the lighthouse of His unwavering love.
What have I learned during my time at sea? I cannot change Him or this world. I am helpless over natural life events; however, He has made me powerful. Just as He sent the most unlikely help to me; He will use me in dubious ways to aid others. I realize I will plead with God again to stop Earthly insanity. I will periodically beseech Him for rest in His port and I will need to consistently surrender to His command.
Yes, affliction is all around me. However, I can turn my back to His beacons and scream at the waves barreling down on me or I can train myself to focus on Him. Today, I choose to cry out, "Papa God, I grieve my losses and the senseless casualties around me. In my weakened state, I feel powerless to keep my life afloat let alone offer others assistance. I need You to strengthen me. Now that life's storms contoured me into Your gemstone, may I be of greater use to You. Thank You for seeing me through another tempest."
May God's fog horn warn us of hazardous rocks. May His beams of illumination chart our safe return to harbor. May His buoys warn us when we are taking on more than we can handle.
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Excellent job...well done!
God bless~
With this article, I wonder how fast you will rise to the Master's level . . .
God bless~