We all struggle with self-condemnation and it's a killer to spiritual growth. And it seems to me, that once you get past certain mistakes in your past life, there's always someone there (all too often a Christian) to remind you. You have so much to give, WEW, tell that condemning voice to shut up. Or worse. No reason to be polite when it comes to self preservation.
He told me "... your incredible vulnerability is very powerful, like a huge engine of great and awesome power, hidden under the hood of a tiny car, unnoticed, unprepossessing, bluntly straightforward but not loud..." - I love this and that you hear God's voice. I hear it too. I often struggle between the tame and the wild as well - but my wild is part of my spirit to speak truth. Like you, I have to pray on it and listen. It's a constant balance. Sending you my love dear Wendy and always my prayers. ox
Hi dear Deborah! Thank you for your wonderful comment, I so appreciate it. I will never lose my “wild”, as that is a core of my temperament…but I do want God to also “temper” me, as that is part of the process of following God and His Son. God bless and keep you and yours, Wendy
Deborah, also, thank you for the footage of the "rumble" on Pismo Beach! California is a strange place, both rowdy and revolutionary. I grew up in southern Oregon but have lived in Northern California since 1979, except for a sojourn on Hawaii for 18 months, ending in 1988. Lived in San Francisco for 31 years until 2011, close-in SF Bay area until 2016 and now in the sticks far to the north. Beaches are wild places by core temperament. I never rode a dune buggy. I do remember how in the beginning of the Covid bug adventure, the SoCal beach cops (in boats) harrassed a SINGLE paddleborder out from the water...because how dare he be outdoors in the fresh air and not be wearing a face diaper. Good grief, don't get me started on the c-bug saga! Finally, I ALSO drive a stick!!! I have a five-speed! I love shifting gears...but I do not speed...disgustingly well-behaved in my Elder yrs, just blessed to even be alive! Keep on, Deborah! W.E. W.
H. J. Hill, I remain cautious about "hoomans". I have only a handful I trust. I would rarther have the small group I trust, than a large group I barely know! Not easy but worth it. Thank you again for reading my humble work! Blessings, Wendy
Thanks, Wendy. A lot to think about here. Very deep as always. By the way, I love the word "posthaste". First time I ever heard it was in a sermon my father-in-law preached. He would use it quite often to illustrate our need to respond to God's direction in our daily lives.
Thank you, Cork! I love the power of words! Dear old “posthaste” is such a courtly and yet demanding word, an interesting combination of speed and consideration. It is like I have one foot in the deep past and another in Glory…what a combo! Many humble thanks again for reading my work, it means so much! Blessings to you and yours, Wendy
As a Libra, I'm supposed to be balanced (*pauses to laugh*). I've leaned toward extremes, but I crave balance. Holy Spirit always nudges me toward FUN to balance me out when I'm stuck in the mud. I'm trying! Good writing, Wendy. PS. Think I'll try an inch at a time instead of the whole ruler!
You are a smart woman, Jan! I know we all learn by doing, whether good or bad. You have landed on your feet and you share your survival skills and tales. I think the “inch” template is a good one, as it reduces the pressure to LEAP all the time. Blessings! Wendy
Deborah, God bless you! The Father has His ways, doesn’t He?? Holy Spirit is my writing Coach…He gives me the titles to each weekly piece and I take it from there, as He comes and goes through the week to offer encouragement and further inspiration. Before I press “post” on each weekly piece, I pray over it, asking God to lead my writing to those who might be blessed or encouraged by it. I have no idea how all this happens… but the more I “flop on the couch with Papa”, the more I get illuminated, loved and fed by the One Who created me. You are the same. Godspeed to you, dear Deborah, Wendy
We all struggle with self-condemnation and it's a killer to spiritual growth. And it seems to me, that once you get past certain mistakes in your past life, there's always someone there (all too often a Christian) to remind you. You have so much to give, WEW, tell that condemning voice to shut up. Or worse. No reason to be polite when it comes to self preservation.
Thanks, dear Joan!! Yes indeed!
He told me "... your incredible vulnerability is very powerful, like a huge engine of great and awesome power, hidden under the hood of a tiny car, unnoticed, unprepossessing, bluntly straightforward but not loud..." - I love this and that you hear God's voice. I hear it too. I often struggle between the tame and the wild as well - but my wild is part of my spirit to speak truth. Like you, I have to pray on it and listen. It's a constant balance. Sending you my love dear Wendy and always my prayers. ox
Hi dear Deborah! Thank you for your wonderful comment, I so appreciate it. I will never lose my “wild”, as that is a core of my temperament…but I do want God to also “temper” me, as that is part of the process of following God and His Son. God bless and keep you and yours, Wendy
Deborah, also, thank you for the footage of the "rumble" on Pismo Beach! California is a strange place, both rowdy and revolutionary. I grew up in southern Oregon but have lived in Northern California since 1979, except for a sojourn on Hawaii for 18 months, ending in 1988. Lived in San Francisco for 31 years until 2011, close-in SF Bay area until 2016 and now in the sticks far to the north. Beaches are wild places by core temperament. I never rode a dune buggy. I do remember how in the beginning of the Covid bug adventure, the SoCal beach cops (in boats) harrassed a SINGLE paddleborder out from the water...because how dare he be outdoors in the fresh air and not be wearing a face diaper. Good grief, don't get me started on the c-bug saga! Finally, I ALSO drive a stick!!! I have a five-speed! I love shifting gears...but I do not speed...disgustingly well-behaved in my Elder yrs, just blessed to even be alive! Keep on, Deborah! W.E. W.
No! Never lose our wild but tamed with God. I love it. And I love you dear Wendy. oxox
God is in charge, as He actually KNOWS things...
God bless and keep you and yours, dear Deborah, you are much loved by me as well. Godspeed to us all, Wendy
Trust humans again? Naw. Not me. Been there. Done that. Got the shredded T-shirt. Thank you, Wendy!
H. J. Hill, I remain cautious about "hoomans". I have only a handful I trust. I would rarther have the small group I trust, than a large group I barely know! Not easy but worth it. Thank you again for reading my humble work! Blessings, Wendy
Thanks, Wendy. A lot to think about here. Very deep as always. By the way, I love the word "posthaste". First time I ever heard it was in a sermon my father-in-law preached. He would use it quite often to illustrate our need to respond to God's direction in our daily lives.
Thank you, Cork! I love the power of words! Dear old “posthaste” is such a courtly and yet demanding word, an interesting combination of speed and consideration. It is like I have one foot in the deep past and another in Glory…what a combo! Many humble thanks again for reading my work, it means so much! Blessings to you and yours, Wendy
As a Libra, I'm supposed to be balanced (*pauses to laugh*). I've leaned toward extremes, but I crave balance. Holy Spirit always nudges me toward FUN to balance me out when I'm stuck in the mud. I'm trying! Good writing, Wendy. PS. Think I'll try an inch at a time instead of the whole ruler!
You are a smart woman, Jan! I know we all learn by doing, whether good or bad. You have landed on your feet and you share your survival skills and tales. I think the “inch” template is a good one, as it reduces the pressure to LEAP all the time. Blessings! Wendy
Relate to a lot you say. Not sure why
Deborah, God bless you! The Father has His ways, doesn’t He?? Holy Spirit is my writing Coach…He gives me the titles to each weekly piece and I take it from there, as He comes and goes through the week to offer encouragement and further inspiration. Before I press “post” on each weekly piece, I pray over it, asking God to lead my writing to those who might be blessed or encouraged by it. I have no idea how all this happens… but the more I “flop on the couch with Papa”, the more I get illuminated, loved and fed by the One Who created me. You are the same. Godspeed to you, dear Deborah, Wendy
Thanks