Beauty of The Lamb

There is a beauty that has never been tainted. A Mighty Force like no other. The Humble Beauty of the Lamb of God, Christ Jesus, that dwells in the heart of every Christian. It has the power to renew and transform us into his likeness. Shining like a beacon of hope until the day He returns. -Lois Macdonald

Whether told through Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet or through the mythology of Helen of Troy, the power of physical beauty has been evident since the beginning of time. It is a force like no other. Praise-worthy when seen through the lens of nature and poetry. Destructive when tainted with pride and jealousy. “Thus, says the Lord God: “You were the seal of perfection. Full of wisdom and perfect in beauty.” Ezekiel 28:12-15. God was speaking to Lucifer, his most beautiful angel. It is easy to imagine a monstrous, hideous devil, but beautiful, never! God continues to say, “You were blameless in all you did from the day you were created until the day evil was found in you.” In verse 16, God banishes the rebellious angel, whom he had loved, ordained and anointed out of heaven. “And war broke out in heaven: Michael and his angels fought with the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought but they did not prevail, nor was a place found for them in heaven any longer. So, the great dragon was cast out, that serpent of old called the Devil and Satan, who deceives the whole world; he was cast to the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.” Revelation 12:7-9. (NIV)

Satan is the Spoiler. His first victory took place in the Garden of Eden, where he deceived Adam and Eve, desecrating the pure and perfect relationship between God and mankind. Knowing that one request from the lovely Eve would send Adam spiraling into an irrational tailspin! History repeated itself. Adam and his beautiful wife Eve had been blameless in all they did until Satan introduced them to evil. They were banished from the Garden.

Beauty inspires love songs and romantic novels, wins the leading roles in movies, etc., but only God can see whether the beauty is deep-rooted in the heart. “Let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.” 1 Peter 3:4.

“Finally, there is a beauty that has never been tainted. A Mighty Force like no other. The Humble Beauty of the Lamb of God, Christ Jesus, that dwells in the heart of every Christian. It has the power to renew and transform us into his likeness. Shining like a beacon of hope until the day He returns.” -by Lois Macdonald

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Seasons Tapestry of Life

The intricate tapestry of life evolves as instinctively as the colorful seasons. The Creator’s Masterpiece. Predestined to be one for, “All are from dust, and to dust all return.” Ecclesiastes 3:20.

Whenever nature weeps and moans in despair, shades of azure and indigo spread out across her blueprint. A bittersweet reminder that winter storms will end and so will suffering. Keeping her promise, Spring arrives with new hope for the broken-hearted. She prepares the forest beds with soft, fresh linens of emerald-green moss. Then waits patiently, knitting forget-me-not threads of new possibilities and a mother’s love, into swaddling blankets to wrap each precious babe. Choosing delicate soft baby blues and rose-bud pinks from her ever-growing forest palette. Life, like a lovely garden, steps bashfully into the sunlight and takes her first curtsy. She is wearing a floral patchwork celebrating all the events that have shaped her story. A landscape bursting into a kaleidoscope of ever-changing colors announces the glorious season of Summer. Songbirds serenade her new lovers, as the forest witnesses their stolen kisses. Life goes on while the seasons mature, but wisdom makes its final home in Autumn. A time of harvest. A time of peace. And by far the most beautiful season of all.

“The tapestry of life was woven together with threads of love, that although weathered, had stood the test of time and grown lovelier with each passing season.” -by Lois Macdonald

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Unworthy of Love -by Lois Macdonald

Feeling unworthy of love or respect is that sinking belief that even the very best of you, just isn’t quite good enough. Convinced that no matter how hard you try, you will never measure up to those around you. Eventually, left questioning whether our Holy Perfect God could love such a failure. This is one of the cruelest lies that Satan will ever tell. If he is whispering it in your ear now, rejoice in the good news of this verse. “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:14. There you have it, God was not having an off day when he created you. The truth is, you are wonderfully made!

The destructive seed of unworthiness is often planted in childhood by perhaps a demanding parent, or an insensitive teacher, etc. If left unresolved, by adulthood this stigma often leaves its victims feeling powerless over rejection of any kind. Whether repeated criticism from a toxic boss or a partner who is a “full-blown” perfectionist. Either way, this type of spiritual warfare feeds off negativity, building an emotional barrier around its victims, keeping them isolated and stagnant, always living in fear. If you are standing at this crossroad and want to be all that God created you to be, it is time for a change. Time to let go of the past, forgive your offenders, use your experiences and lessons to help your wounded brothers and sisters. Your life is full of potential. Listen to God’s voice. “You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you that you would go and bear fruit and that your fruit would remain, so that whatever you ask of the Father in My name He may give to you.” John 15:16. Now go out and shine!

“For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” Ephesians 2:10.

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Hope Lives in The Heart -by Lois Macdonald

Logic sits like cold porcelain on the organized pages of our minds. The head fully understands their value, but one cannot put a price on the things of the heart. It searches far beyond our worldly understanding and looks toward Heaven. It would be unreasonable to try to justify the existence of love, faith, and hope, for these virtues do not take up residence in the mind. They live somewhere much deeper, closer to the soul, in that messy place called the heart. It gets broken then mended, broken, then mended and yet is amazingly resilient. Beating in perfect rhythm as though orchestrated by Divine hands. It’s story longing to be heard, to matter, to fulfill a purpose. Love, faith, and hope are not fueled by man’s logic, for logic often dampens their passion, leaving a feeling of hopelessness. The heart is where we meet and experience God. Where His Spirit breathes life into those tender seeds of faith and waters them with the tears from our trials and confessed sins. Growing them from the size of a mustard seed until reaching full maturity in God’s “Son Light.” Ripe for harvest. Always facing Heavenwards. The Apostle Paul’s prayer for his beloved Ephesians was this. “I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better. I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people.” Ephesians 1:17-18 NIV.

Logic sits like polished statues on the organized pages of our mind. Cold and lifeless, while love, faith, and hope live in that messy place called the heart.

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WEEP FOR THE FOREST -by Lois Macdonald

From first thought to creation
By our Omnipotent Holy King
Forests are now being recreated
In the minds of our blind genius
Treed shelters born out of Agape
God’s purest Love of all Loves
Are left barren and dismantled
To line the pockets of mankind.

Gone forever are yesterday’s
Emerald moss-covered forests
The dull droning of machinery
Has sadly silenced her call
Nature’s home for the innocent
Woodland guardian of babes
Now lays helplessly watching
As her young try to survive.

Serenity is lost and buried under
Miles and miles of concrete pallets
Chaos reigns from man’s throne
Announcing in a high fevered pitch
That all God’s governing laws
Have been burned in man’s fires
As his pride, greed, and power
Abort his conscience for science.

How ambitious were world leaders
Who traded clean air for smog
What inventors filled the blue sky
With their gadgetry and new toys
Will we deny each of our promises
To secure a greener tomorrow
What will we say to all our children
About the forests, we left to die?

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Disabled or Mislabeled by Lois Macdonald

A dear friend told me recently, that a butterfly can still fly even if it has lost 75% of its wingspan. What a miracle, and yet society would most likely categorize it as being disabled. If they would take a closer look, however, I believe they would see that the butterfly had been mislabeled. Though somewhat different in appearance she can still feel, smell, hear and savor the sweetness in nectar. She continues to bathe in the warmth of the sun’s rays and loves to join her friends whenever they slow down their pace and waltz, rather than run through the fields of delicate wildflowers. Truth be told, before her accident she had hurried through most of her waking hours, forever trying to catch a glimpse of tomorrow. This pattern had left her mindlessly missing out on all of the precious moments of today. Moments lost forever!

In the blink of an eye,  anyone’s life can be turned upside down! Chronic pain or disease can move in like an uninvited house guest, leaving us facing overwhelming obstacles. We can learn to adapt and evolve like the butterfly or allow fear to keep us chained to the past. Pope John Paul 11 encourages us to,  “Have no fear of moving into the unknown. Simply step out fearlessly knowing that I {God} am with you. Therefore no harm can befall you; all is very, very well. Do this in complete faith and confidence.”

Without any warning,  a severe form of arthritis crippled my wings. Learning to fly differently was extremely challenging, humbling and at times downright scary! Miraculously, breaking out of my comfort zone has brought such a new clarity and depth to my life, that I can honestly appreciate the truth in this verse “…rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” Romans 5:3-5.

Was I was able to fly higher in the past? Yes. Am I thankful to be living in the moment of today, rather than chasing after a glimpse of tomorrow? Absolutely. Now the fragrance of a fully blossomed rose and the sweetness of a babbling brook song are no longer wasted on my senses. I can feel, smell, hear and savor the sweetness of God’s love that is all around me.

Would I consider myself disabled or mislabeled?

All I can say is, “I can still fly!”

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The Ravine -by Lois Macdonald

The early morning rays began filtering through the milky veil that had draped and hidden the ravine, only a stone’s throw away from my bedroom window. This misty blanket had lovingly sheltered the woodland residents throughout the long hours of pounding rains and harsh winds. A steady beam of light began searching through the aftermath, laying bare an exhausted and slightly bruised landscape. The sun’s skillful hands gingerly dried each drenched cedar, as a familiar voice whispered to the forest babes, “It’s safe to come out now.” Without reservation, they scurried to play in the fallen leaves piled in random heaps on the mossy floor below. An explosion of sounds broke through the still air, as furry friends chattered and feathered neighbors chirped all the while helping the woodsy evergreens and sweet lily-of-the-valley roll out a brand new welcoming mat. Surely this intoxicating pageant was the gateway to Heaven, itself?

Admiring this comical, yet tranquil scene, I smiled inwardly. It was hard not to envy the innocence and serenity of the ravine inhabitants. Sadness began brewing its first cup of the day. Lost in its ebony reflection, I mulled over how sweet life would have tasted, if not for Adam and Eve. The “Spoilers.” Choosing to shake hands with the devil himself, as they recklessly opened the door inviting doubt and shame into the Garden of Eden.

As if adding insult to injury, the sun rose a wee bit higher, just enough to unmask the zillions of dirty water specks staining the glass panes that separated my messy life from these untainted ones outside.

A gust of wind tapped ever so lightly on the window sill as if sensing my already fragile disposition. A soothing voice announced, “It’s safe to come out now,” and added my name!

Why the Spirit of God chooses one moment over another to speak, is a mystery. But in that split second, as if waking from a deep slumber, I heard and recognized His call. He revealed to me that Love was the thread connecting Heaven and Earth, nature, and humanity and that I was woven into His grand design. My life had a purpose! As I listened to His voice, he explained that I never need to be afraid, for he would never be more than a stone’s throw away.

“He tends his flock like a shepherd. He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart…” Isaiah 40:11 NIV.

As I made peace with our Creator that morning, I immersed from the stronghold that had held me captive for most of my adult life, and without reservation, began spreading my wings. -by Lois Macdonald

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