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

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

Moulded 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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