Through the window

Lately, I have been given the ability to look through situations swirling around my life. It's been like a wind blowing things around. Some good, some seemingly not so good. I have been made aware that I really need to just ride along with this movement. Some of the mindsets and judgments that I have made are flat out WRONG and Daddy has been merciful in showing me all of this.

After walking around the Fair and seeing the sights and hearing the sounds and smelling the familiar smells, I realized that the little girl that used to walk the same paths no longer exists.
The swirling of the activity and the constant droning sounds are all the same, the people are pretty much the same too. Sin after all is sin no matter how young or old.

Ahh but this sinner has changed, Not saying she's perfect by any stretch of the imagination. She has different values, anticipations and dreams. The value placed on a trip there is different. It used to be of sweets and entertainment and excitement. Now the value is in time shared with friends and new memories made and trying to recapture the feelings of memories shared in the last couple of years and of course admiring Daddy's cute and fuzzy, furry and feathered creations. And of course the food He has provided for us.

And yet walking the paths and seeing all the "stuff" one has every opportunity to accumulate, it's very hard to place a value there in earthly treasures. Especially seeing the other Earthly Treasures around. Children young and old following the path of their parents. Unknowing of the possibility of their Heavenly Treasures. And all the while I walk around watching all of this and doing nothing about it. I felt helpless in my own sin. Lots of emotions and memories have been stirred. Thoughts provoked.

And then after leaving there and going to the next event. A movie which was very thought provoking and emotion stirring. I walked away from there saying MY GOD help me I am such a sinner. So blind, deaf and helpless. And then my next thoughts were. WOW what if any of these people walked into the "church" are we ready for that? Are we really ready to be a place of refuge and a place to mend the wounds and heal the sick and to deliver and help restore the lives of our community? Am I ready for that? The answer is NO!
God please get me to that point where you can use me for what you have designed me for.

A different view

Looking back recently a lot of things have come into view. Alot of memories and thoughts have been stirred. The feeling of falling has subsided atleast for now. And for now some light has been peeking through the darkness. I see the rabbit, there, close, and yet still just out of reach. But not seeming as hopeless as before. I have seen many characters of late, some mad, some crazy, some perplexing and a few that definelty say "OFF WITH HER HEAD" But do we ever really lose our head... ? hmmm....

High places and low places alike seemingly in a state of rest. Middle place has started to shake a bit, not ready for that to come undone. That truly is a place of no return. A place of good bye, and far, far away. A place of sweet rest. Ahh let's look no further there.

The new game begins in a few and that's a relief to get it underway and yet hesitantly awaiting. Some of the stages have already been set for the plays to begin and OH once they begin there is no going back. Back to what? ....Hmm?
The stories will play out and wont be the same. Clean Canvas, new pallet, bright colors.
Perhaps new character and renewed characters alike.

Oh rabbit where art thou? Oh and thou hidest why? Show thyself and come hither. Girl and cat hide themselves too. Time is as time has been and will be. Soon the red will be washed from the
white rose petals and all will be exposed. And no one will lose their heads. For hearts of stone are replaced with hearts of flesh.