*****Warning this may be triggering for some people. If you don't want to hear a lot of heavy stuff, read something else today. *****
I love meme's. They are like the posters on my wall when I was a kid growing up. Short thoughts that can pack a lot of meaning into a few words. One of the ones that hits the top of my list as memorable and funny in a twisted way:
I can't please everyone but pissing them all off is easy.
I noticed a few months back an increase of criticism of those that expressed their religious views. I noticed that I backed off on some of the things I was writing. I lost some readers. I wondered if I wanted to continue. Then I realized I was in a spiraling down depression. I was overwhelmed and sad. I saw people suffering around me but I don't have enough resources to help them all. I see homeless people on the corners on my drive to work. I hear on the news the plight of thousands of Syrians which is a drop in the bucket of the millions that are displaced. Yet not a peep on the news about the Christians that are being brutalized and murdered. The world seems to be racing towards the insanity that gripped the world for two world wars. It would be wonderful that the whole world got along. It doesn't. One person posted that there would be no terrorist if people were educated. I know from first hand experienced that there are those that are bright, intelligent, well educated that chose to hurt and destroy others. Terrorist are not stupid or uneducated. They choose to insight fear, create chaos, and hurt as many people as possible. Their destruction does not consider anyone innocent....all are in the cross-hairs of violent people bent on forwarding their agenda of hatred. Then my sister reminds me that we turn the problems over to God. That we do what we can with the resources we have. We are prepared for this moment in time for our purpose. She reminded me that God is with us. I reminded her that God does the impossible. On God's team you are asked to walk in the bottom of the sea while the water is towering above. He asks you to stand in your place with 300 others while the fight rages around you. In the dark of the storm, He asks you to walk on water. I keep that picture in my sewing room of Peter walking towards Christ and he starts to sink. Am I prepared to get out of the comfort of the boat? Will I take on the challenge of changing impossible to I'm possible? I don't know the answers. Tomorrow I pack two lunches, one for me and one to give away where ever it might be needed.