“The Tear”

Then I looked again at all the acts of oppression which were being done under the sun. And behold I saw the tears of the oppressed and that they had no one to comfort them; and on the side of their oppressors was power, but they had no one to comfort them. Ecclesiastes 4:1

I have been studying for our Honestly series all week. Even though I already have enough material for several months, my inquisitive mind is never satisfy to stand on the surface of an underlying message. You would think after 49 years I would have hit bottom on at least one topic. But as soon as I have clarity on that level it’s like a Fun Land slide gliding me, swirly, twirly around to land upon yet another adventure to dig for buried treasure.

In Ecclesiastes 4:1, for a moment I heard the grieving of the Holy Spirit through Solomon’s words. So I went back to study the Hebrew text. In the fullness of those words I understood the reason He wanted me to find this jewel!

Then I looked again………..

This is not a flippant second glance. It is when you have turned but there was a shadow, blur or bright light that caught your attention and haunting you till you turn back to give it your full vision; searching to find what you overlooked.

This is what Solomon did. He stopped and turned because of a small translucent glistening sparkle caught his eye and connected his heart and mind when he saw “The Tear”. That tear must have opened the flood gates because the words Solomon uses explains this:

Every single time someone exercised authority or power in a burdensome, cruel, or unjust manner, troubled a person mentally or physically, threatened, caused adverse conditions caused anxiety OR obtained something by force / coercion whether it was information, money etc. using any unacceptable method, Solomon saw it in their tears.

But I believe what truly grieved him was the injustice. The oppressor had so much power over the poor soul, and they would not stop it – they would not repent! Worse yet there was no one there to grieve with the person, to say they were sorry and give them some relief or comfort from what they were experiencing. It was so terribly inhumane!!

I believe what Solomon saw was what Christ bore for us. Maybe Solomon was seeing the past, present and future who knows but God.

Start thinking about what it would be like to see from a transformed mind; to see for the first time, in clear reality. Can you imagine? Wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing? I think about all the distortion of our minds eye and how the perversion of truth / memory distorts the moments of our day that I am moved to frustration and yes maybe even at times anger because it is not how God intended us to live life.

If it were, why would He tell us all things in advance?

It if were, why would He have to send His most precious Son to show us reality and The Way?

If it were, why would He continually tell us to cast down false imagination?

If it were, why would He tell us to be on guard for the enemy is crouching waiting to devour us?

If it were, why would He tell us to be aware of the wolves I sheep’s clothing?

Obviously, I have not even made a dent in this list. Yet we, being so smart and all, act as though it is perfectly acceptable to live in this state as though we don’t need clarity we simply need to trust God.

While I do agree with the statement that God’s ways are not our ways, He makes it clear that the reason we are to be aware is so that we will not close our mind, heart and eyes inward to our own thoughts which will lead us back into confusion.

We do not know what is up ahead, but God does.

We don’t always know what to do, but when we listen, discern and have accurate information in our heart and mind encompassed by trust and faith in Our Father and salvation through Christ we can have confidence that He will be there showing us every step of the way. We will also know that there are Angels standing guard over us. So again, there should not be distortion, confusion, anxiety or perplexity.

It is NO wonder that He told us not to worry about tomorrow --He knew we were going to have enough worries simply wrapping our worldly minds around clarity for today. He isn’t going to cut our time short – so we shouldn’t do it by worrying about our time being cut short.

Just live, laugh, love, and trust in His faithfulness – today! And I bet you’ll get to do it all over again tomorrow – I believe those are pretty good odds =D

With Love and a prayer of Thanksgiving –

Kisses,

Candace

 

©2011Candace Huffmaster, All Rights Reserved

Layer Upon Layer

Today read this and think about the questions then journal - we WILL be having a discussion utilizing some of YOUR thoughts Friday......it will be FUN.....REALLY =D
My prayers and heart are chasing you down to day.....just bask in it!

Kisses,
Candace


Beautiful Mystery
Lift up my heart, that I might sing,
Beautiful melodies, in praise of your name
Open my arms, that I might embrace,
All of your children, in need of your grace
Put forth my feet, that I might dwell,
Among the lost shinning, to pass on your light
Burst your breath from my lips, which worship your words,
Their deaf ears must hear to follow you home
Give my eyes vision, which I gladly receive,
To aid those held captive….to finally be freed.

All that I am was created for you,
For relationship, family, courage and love,
To strengthen and give beauty, among a fallen and lost world

Helplessly falling, they have no strength to withstand,
Be there, embrace them, and steady their stance….
Your hand is strong now, the grip is in mine
I hold you tight and will never let go
My brave little angel you are never alone,
Pick up and flutter; you do that so well
 With sounds of your laughter….from my eyes are tears of joy
You are home now and happy; Oh, I welcome you so…..
Please never leave me I have waited so long,
To be here with you…… inside your soul

Don’t look back embarrassed, I have washed all away
Let’s move away quickly: be free of this space
Your home is my mansion and filled with my grace

Women and beauty -please help our eyes to see;
What is it you are saying, which will set them all free?

Depth is like water: mysteries unknown,
Except to our Father whom created ebb and flow
Beauty is a mystery; it dwells in the mind;
And you all were created, within His divine
Seeing is mere sight: pleasures of the flesh;
A touch ignites feelings; the heat could consume
When emotions are pure the heart is etched in love
Now that my beloved is beauty, so let us unfold

Waves are like thoughts; they rise from the deep,
The heart of the pull gives essence its seat
Layer upon layer, it washes and returns,
When mixed with emotions, all can crash upon the shore
Positive - negative all lie within,
The power unyielding increases till released,
Gaining momentum which give rise to the wake
Lifting or hurling, only the depth knows,
We get the experience, when we let it all go
Smell is induction, grabbing your mind,
Flowers and sweetness, purity and just
Or shameful and putrid, smelling foul to the nose,
Flaring my nostrils to expel such a stench,
Destruction of true beauty and the cause of its descent
God is so gracious, so eloquent in all;
His sounds transcend logic, composing lyrics at will,
Each one a memory that captures you….still

Still is where He needs us, so that we may all hear
His essence, His sound waves; the explosion of space
Our minds are too small to originate such depths,
When listening we gain knowledge; He moves our world
We are inanimate, or did you not know?
Mere lifeless particles without His flow
Think of the deep, the wave and the wake……
Think of our creation, motion and form…….
Then death through resurrection: His life in new space

Air is in everything God breathed to form,
When His breath is depleted, it surges back home
Who then has the right, to take breath away?
To suffocate the creation of Gods own mighty hand
If water can kill you, take your breath away….
Remove yourself from turbulence before it overtakes

Remember your creation, the miracle of life:
Breath taken, life given – The breath of true life
How mighty that miracle, of the very first breath,
Starting the journey, of all ebb and flow,
Time and tides written……… so long ago
To my Father and Creator, I lift up my wind,
To flutter His knowledge; give depth to His breath
In all ways relinquishing power so that I might gain strength,
To rise up on His wave of True Beauty through His grace.

~Candace Huffmaster

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