Words decorate our lives in living color. Leaving behind a soulful memory that hangs on the walls of all those who loved and knew us. The mural that King Solomon painted through his poetic writings in Psalms and Proverbs, still reach up from the grave and affect our lives in a way that even the most tech-savvy guru cannot. Solomon’s eloquent use of words invites us to feel his passion first-hand. To gain knowledge from his wisdom. To taste the sweetness of power and the saltiness of sorrow. To understand the skillful language of love.
“Behold, you are fair, my love! … You have dove’s eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, … Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep… Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate.” Song of Solomon 4:1-3 (NKJV)
With a pallet of some 171,000 words at our fingertips, we have the wherewithal to create a masterpiece every time we speak. The tragedy of relying on today’s technology as our only means of communication is that we are boring our audiences with abstract canvases. The worst offenders arethe misguided who believe that cursing and swearing will raise them to a position of power and strength. Their inability to paint a clear picture of what they are feeling, over enough time could leave them verbally crippled. And finally, if the apple indeed doesn’t fall far from the tree, most likely their children will never learn the joy and art of decorating their own lives with living color. When trying to break the bad habit of swearing, ask God to claim the victory using this prayer. “Post a guard at my mouth, God set a watch at the door of my lips.” Psalm 141:3.
Remember. Words decorate our lives in living color. Leaving behind a soulful memory that hangs on the walls of all those who loved and knew us.
In this secret, quiet place, I search for the lost fragments of myself. Those defining moments that have shaped and colored my soul. Moments filled with dreams that somehow get lost in life’s maze of repetitive routine. The soothing hush of solitude frees me from the shackles of man’s busyness; if only for a moment. It is in this undisturbed sanctuary where one can feel God’s presence. Sip from His cool well-spring and find rest. As I lay on carpets of velvet moss, a parade of ever-changing clouds drift by. A soft breeze kisses my cheeks as it filters through a lace canopy of emerald leaves. I stare in wonder at the synchronized dance of nature and feel connected. It is through the eyes of solitude’s honesty and purity where the mysteries of God are unveiled. Where the rhythm of nature’s heartbeats, echo against the Creator’s glorious backdrop. Some would argue that solitude gives birth to loneliness and isolation. How tragic they never respond to her invitation. For looking at the beauty of nature’s tapestry through the lens of solitude, leaves one breathless! “It is in this secret, quiet place named solitude, where poets, and artists alike, reclaim their dreams.” -Lois Macdonald
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Anger bubbles and brews until it finally erupts, refusing to be contained any longer. It is a powerful emotion with the capability of destroying whatever or whoever gets in its way. Self-righteousness is the voice of a narrow mind demanding justice for its own name’s sake. The sickening stench of its aftermath often replaces any sweet notion of justification. This, my friend, is the stench of Satan. Once the appetite for our “self-righteous indignation” has been fed, doubt and regret usually follow leaving a sour after-taste. Whenever our need for justification holds more value than extending Christ-like love, we can be confident it is not producing the kind of righteousness God desires. However, conflict does need resolution before we can move forward with our lives. Ephesians 4:26 warns us about the urgency of extinguishing anger’s flame before it causes us to sin and rots our soul. “Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold.” Now is the time for fervent prayer. Anger is not sinning until it becomes a weapon meant to hurt another. Remember, our God is no stranger to anger. Psalm 7:11 tells us that,“God is angry with the wicked every day.” “…the Lord hates…A proud look, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that are swift in running to evil, a false witness who speaks lies, and one who sows discord among brethren.” Proverbs 6:16-19. We should be mindful every day that God chose love, grace, and mercy over anger, even though we don’t deserve such love. He made a way to remove the guilt and penalty of our sin, through Christ’s atoning sacrifice. God’s love never fails or disappoints, so reach out to Him when anger is festering and brewing.
Self-righteousness is the voice of a narrow mind demanding justice for its own name’s sake. Godly-righteousness is a bold voice. One empowered by the Holy Spirit to speak on behalf of those with no voice. Our poor and destitute. All-the-while bringing Glory to the Name of God in the Highest.” -Lois Macdonald.
“Let today be the day you stop being haunted by the ghost of yesterday. Holding a grudge & harboring anger/resentment is poison to the soul. Get even with people…but not those who have hurt us, forget them, instead get even with those who have helped us.” -Steve Maraboli.
There was a sweet time not so long ago when we gave ourselves permission to stop and smell the daisies. To pause before daybreak and listen to nature’s melodious “dawn chorus.” When the sky fills with birds and begins its opening symphony. Leaving us utterly speechless and so moved by the harmony of God’s love, that we lay bare our hearts and souls, and worship Him. “Your love, God, is my song, and I’ll sing it! I’m forever telling everyone how faithful you are.” Psalm 89:1. This is the song of nature. This too is my song.
When was the last time you just burst into song, whistled a tune, or spontaneously clapped and cheered like an uninhibited child? When you stood silent and worship? As we race through life at break-neck speed, we seem to be reeling off course. Busyness and pride have often taken control. If we are forever trying to please people, but feeling exhausted and resentful, it is ego’s doing. Or when we refuse to delegate chores at home or projects at work because we think no one else can do the job as well, that is pride’s signature. And how tragic it is to witness someone we love to work to the point of breaking to acquire more and better possessions. The things that can never replace the stolen moments of family togetherness, that pride has robbed them of. Stress will be the memory left framed on the family mantle. Perhaps today is the day to give yourself permission to stop and smell the daisies? To invite God to take over the reigns of your life. “He has made everything beautiful in its time…there is nothing better…than to be joyful and to do good as long as they [we] live; also, that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil—this is God’s gift to man.” Eccle. 3:10-13. This is His gift of love. A sweet time, when we give ourselves permission to stop and smell the daisies. To pause before daybreak and listen to nature’s melodious “dawn chorus.” When the sky fills with birds and begins its opening symphony. Leaving us utterly speechless and so moved by the harmony of God’s love, that we lay bare our hearts and souls, and worship Him. Our daughter Brie recorded this wonderful favorite as a teenager. The amazing arrangement was done by my brother James McEachern. Photography by Justin Macdonald
“Hope lifts the disheartened into the “Son Light,” and a brighter tomorrow.” When all seemed lost, and death was near, Jesus heard the cry of a sinner and showed him mercy. In that moment of truth, the theft hanging on the cross next to Him, surrendered his wretched life over to hope. Hope in the healing power of God’s Grace. Hope in a brighter tomorrow. He did not argue or try to justify his life of sin or that of the other theft. Instead, with a heart of repentance, he confessed his transgressions. “We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve.” Luke 23:41. There as he was anointed in the Son Light, this outcast from society, experienced God’s, unconditional love. Perhaps the only love he had ever known. “Hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit” Romans 5:5 NIV. His final words to his Saviour were not words of hopelessness, but rather of faith. Faith in Christ’s resurrection. This thief’s conversion became a witness for all of mankind, as he uttered these final words. “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” Luke 23:42 NIV.
Hope is much more than a feeling. For feelings can change with the wind, where hope is steadfast. A shield that covers us with courage and marches us forward when fear would send us fleeing. Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6.
Can any sinner, no matter how terrible their sin, be saved? Yes.
“He gave himself for us to set us free from every kind of lawlessness…” Titus 2:14.
“Hope lifts the disheartened into the “Son Light,” and a brighter tomorrow.” By Lois Macdonald
“Jesus, remember me when you. Come into your kingdom.” Jesus answered him by saying, “Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise.” Luke23:42-43.