Loneliness the Silent Battlefield -by Lois Macdonald

Loneliness glanced through her wardrobe, then tugged an oversized outfit from its obsolete wire hanger. She purposely ignored anything resembling chic, for after an exhausting night of tossing and turning, the hypocrisy of pretending “all-is-well” was more than she could bear. Despite being the undefeated champion of this charade, for none of her friends were the wiser, today she refused to play. Aloneness tightened its grip and distorted her thoughts even further, as she tried to resist its presence, and regain some resemblance to her former self. That courageous woman who had stood on mountaintops shouting, “here I am Lord, ready to be Your Vessel.” This morning, her voice barely rose above a faint squeak. “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” [Ps. 22:1], she cried from the lifeless shadows that had engulfed her. This rapidly spreading epidemic will reach into every household at least once. It robs our teenagers of the joy they should be experiencing in their youth. Replacing confidence with feelings of isolation, being unwanted, unworthy, not likable or far worse, unloveable. Sadly, most victims of loneliness, are too embarrassed to seek help.

Scripture warns us to test the different spirits that we will encounter so that we will know if they are from God or from Satan. “Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are of God “…. every spirit which does not confess Jesus is not of God. This is the spirit of the antichrist…” 1 John 4:1-3. Satan’s goal in this world is to separate us from our Father. His weapon of choice is the telling of lies. Lies that keep us isolated, vulnerable and feeling alone.

The remedy for loneliness. Test the spirits that prevent us from being all that God designed us to be. Then empowered with His Holy Spirit, we can defeat any enemy, on any battlefield. So my friends,“Be strong and courageous. Do not fear them or be terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you or forsake you.” Duet. 31:6. NIV. All-is-well!

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Daydreams -by Lois Macdonald

The humdrum moment dissolves
Leaving an empty canvas
Inviting daydreams to color and
Transform the vacancy
With strokes of pastel memories
And bold new possibilities
Painting over the laws of time in
Respect for the artist
Boredom will never master the
Freedom of her expression
For imagination is the soul guardian
Over this magical place.

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Facing the River -by Lois Macdonald

Molded from innocence and purity, the swollen river spilled over the lush Costa Rican mountainside, showcasing her magnificent, unblemished rainforest. Like David, I stood facing the head of this mighty Goliath, feeling numb from the weight of heavy, thick mist hanging over my anxious frame. A rarely spotted jaguar paced back and forth in the tall grasses nearby. Our whitewater rafting guide called out, interrupting nature’s formalities. “It is imperative that you keep your arms tucked in at your sides if thrown from your raft.” I held my breath, and Goliath struck his first blow! Our seasoned leader looked like a chiseled warrior sculpted out of bronze. He passed our gear around as he shared how readily limbs were broken if beaten against the jagged rocks that lay hiding just beneath the river’s surface. He knew his opponent well and her appetite for intruders. All eyes glanced my way, apparently agreeing that I, the one wearing lipstick, would find myself flailing about in the churning waters at some point. I cried out to God asking him to hold back the breakfast I ate earlier so that I would not embarrass myself by desecrating this sacred paradise. Then in one giant leap of faith or an unknown death wish, I climbed into the raft.

For the next 4 hours, the river would wind us through the most captivating landscape this side of Heaven. Magnificent blue butterflies, wings spreading up to 8 inches, danced in and about the luscious layers of plant greenery. Hummingbirds and colorful parrots added a jewel-like detail to the already extravagant forest tapestry. Our senses were heightened by the luxurious perfume of 1300 species of exotic orchids. The radical change in the river from calm to ferocious reminded us that we were not welcomed guests on the river. And guests we were, for that was the very last excursion allowed before the public closing, aimed at preserving the river and her home’s integrity.

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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.

Be My Neighbor -by Lois Macdonald

Mister Rogers invited millions of strangers into his home, treating them all as though they were his best friends. Every TV episode ended with these lyrics, “Won’t you be my neighbor?” Now according to him, loving strangers or foreigners, should simply be a piece of cake. Years later, when it was time to set childish things aside (1 Corinthians 13:11), I outgrew his show and became the wife of a corporate executive which involved thirty some moves across the country. Much to my surprise and dismay, one neighbor, in particular, did not exactly leave those same lyrics strumming in my heart.

Neighbors. They aren’t classified as friends, but they have the potential to become one. They aren’t our enemies, but they have the potential to fill those shoes as well. The relationship possibilities are endless. So, the big question is, “how can one obey Jesus and always “love thy neighbor?”

Lesson one. Don’t covet their stuff. (Exodus 20:17).  Wipe that drool off your face when you see them driving into their laneway in that brand new metallic blue Lamborghini. Lesson two. Never hold a grudge against them. (Leviticus 19:18). Not even if they are purposely ignoring your two-handed wave, hoping to be invited over for a better look. Lesson three. Be humble, gentle, patient and peaceful. (Ephesians 4; 2-6). Bottom line, whether we like it or not, our lives spill over into each other’s private space, so treat them in the same respectful way that you want to be treated. It takes a conscious effort and lots of determination to break down barriers that might prevent us from sharing God’s love.

“Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.”                    1 John 4:7.

In conclusion, as Mister Rogers would say, “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. A beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine? “Won’t you be my neighbor?

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