Choices of Fate

We must notice that life encompasses facts of fate and we should turn the control over to God.

 

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Tonight in the quiet, I rock in my recliner and listen to the lightning. The lights dim, so I light a candle or two and enjoy the ambiance of shadows dancing upon the walls. Today is a landmark of sorts. I realize God has his hands in directing my life. I think about fate and how it controls the storms we face. My pastor, bless his heart, once preached on the miracle of God reaching out to save us from the inevitable in life.

Looking back at times of strife, grief seemed to take control but now I realize I was being prepared by God. I held on to my faith and gave my life to Christ even though doubt clouded my soul. Life is sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but rejoice always follows reject in the dictionary. We must notice that life encompasses facts of fate and we should turn the control over to God.

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Faced with adversity, storm clouds brew, the winds blow, challenges present themselves, and we ask – which way do I go? To God, of course, for the outcome of perils in life are predestined, based on the decisions we make according to our guide–the Bible. It helps us make wise decisions and keeps us on an obedient path versus one of unwanted consequences.

Storm clouds may separate as we travel onward in life, along with hail to the north and tornados to the south. Press on though, for our ventures are controlled by the Lord. He blesses our paths as we follow our soul.

As for myself, I know doubt might show its ugly face, but the sun shines despite myself. God is watching over me. Afraid of my own inhibitions, all I have is my faith and the belief He offers us forgiveness for unwise choices.

No roadmap can predict our destination but it helps bring us back to the path God wants us to be on — if we’re receptive to it. We will ultimately go home to God’s grace where He makes a table of harmony. Love, shared from the heights of heaven, will congregate around us…. despite our choices of fate.

 

Consequences

If no one interferes with the law of sowing and reaping, we learn to make wise choices through our words and actions.

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I find myself where quandaries abound. I consider situations of a few of my closest companions. So many of their thoughts during altercations remain in the dark and consequences are suffered as sure as the sun rises, yet they persist. Why can’t we follow God’s glorified communion as He so intended?

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The serpent tempted Eve when she was alone and wandering through the garden. Satan used exaggerations and twists of words to change God’s character within Eve’s mind. Likewise, we converse with assumptions and over exaggerations when swords are drawn. Rebuttals exclaim the deepest feelings and God is nowhere to be found here. Tempers thrive in disagreement and its consequences evolve in the light of night. Eyes are opened wide in response, so I must ask…. should anyone venture where consequences rest? Do ultimatums pay as we flagrantly control what God has instilled in us?

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Our behavior on earth will have consequences in heaven whether good or bad. The Bible speaks of all the details of our lives being held in recorded books. Each of us will give an account to God for our actions. Greater attention will be given to those lives that have taught us about goodness and less attention will be given to the lives that spoke or displayed wickedness.

There exists a law of sowing and reaping. It is better explained in Wikipedia as the personal consequences of one’s actions being in proportion to the good or bad intentions towards others.

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You see, God gives us the gift of choice. If no one interferes with the law of sowing and reaping, we learn to make wise choices through our words and actions. When allowed to suffer consequences, we learn from them because a loss of something or someone dear to us, will cause a change in behavior. In other words, turn the other cheek when tensions rise.

And now as the sun rises high above argumentative situations and the consequences, let us pray for them, love them, and ask God to bless their heart. Allow God’s Spirit to convict them for only God can grant them repentance.

When Hate Is Loved

….history repeats itself as nothing is learned.


Coming home from a hard day’s work, I listen to the rhetoric that plagues our country. I love the drive, a peaceful little back road. The groundhogs sit up and watch as I pass and the deer graze along the shoulder. It’s like driving back through time. The trees sway and shadows my drive on this hot summer afternoon, giving me comfort on the ride home. A passing wave from an oncoming car whom you don’t know, tells they’re enjoying their ride home too. But the rhetoric on the radio, well….it’s another world out there.

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There’s no hurry driving down a winding road; no traffic jams. It’s just me with God sitting beside me. Arriving home to my manicured lawn, the roses greet me. My tired bones rejuvenate by the intertwined pinks and reds. Wow! What a gorgeous sight!

So another day comes to an end; no one died, not a shot was fired, and my boss even chuckled about our way of life. God, I love my life. Even my future looks promising. Another beautiful sunset, too, with shades that are indescribable.

Sitting down to dinner and saying grace, it’s the same old story in the background. “These people hate those people” and, “politically correct” is headline news. Those that said grace together now stand on opposite sides, swearing and throwing stones. A tear comes as we bow our heads and hold hands. Grace is all God asks for.

For the love of God, I can’t imagine anything constructive derived from hate! Memories are removed from town square. God won’t bless the hell that’s born when hate is loved. Looking for comfort as the bloody are posted on the internet, I wonder…. if it were Christ, would those posing as gladiators carry Bibles instead?

The night now reigns and God deems who’s worthy. The bloodshed in the streets now becomes the statue. And history repeats itself as nothing is learned. We’re reminded of the eternal flame that burns for those who gave their all. They never had the chance to see that sin plastered in the early morning light.

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My God shows no mercy on those that loves hate….their days are numbered. They’ll never find the peace that comes in the afternoon leaving work; as the little groundhog sits up and says, “God loves you”; or the waving hand showing “brotherly love”.

 


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There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. (Galatians 3:28)

 


Editor’s Notes:

Did You Know???

Battle flags become totems for the men who served under them, for their sacrifices. They assume emotional significance for soldiers’ families and their descendants. Anyone today hoping to understand why so many Americans consider the flag an object of hatred must understand its status as a memorial to the Confederate soldier. These flags will always be contentious symbols as long as people still argue about the Civil War, its causes and its conduct.

Kappa Alpha was a fraternity that introduced Confederate symbols into collegiate life. It was in the hands of students that the flag burst onto the political scene in 1948.

Truckers, motorcycle riders and “good ol’ boys” (most famously depicted in the popular television show The Dukes of Hazzard) gave the flag a new meaning that transcends the South and even the United States.

We know that we must study the flag’s entire history if we wish to understand the history that is happening around us today.

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Engraved Hurts

Like soldiers on a battleground, our persistent thoughts are marching on….


We sit across the table from each other and the tension rises like ocean waves before a hurricane. Our hearts ache from the daily frustrations. Words fly like cannonballs across the bow. The night is lighting up from the fiery hurts and our broken souls is damforgiveness 2aging our spirits. There is not a “sorry” that can mend the fury; no kindness is coming from giving; no hugs healing the hardened hearts; just short little snippets that become too repetitive to hear. I’m asking for grace to bring some peace to the table. But when two hearts aren’t in sync, God has His work cut out for Himself. Our love is souring like month old milk.

Love, like spring pollen, carries off to a neighbor’s lawn; walls are retaining the temper and silence is becoming enemy number one. So my conscience knocks on heaven’s gates and I’ll pray for our Lord to hear my heart. But like statues in the wind, the prayers are standing guard of the present. Life, cruel at times, has no invitation. Joy, the ultimate restorer between two hearts, is waiting on the other side.

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I’m in awe watching the tears as they flow and sorrow can’t explain the reckoning. Blame is passing like vegetables at Thanksgiving. There is no rhyme or reason. Our Lord sits at the head of the table trying to join our hearts in prayer. Stubborn though, our minds are overruling the prayers. Like soldiers on a battleground, our persistent thoughts are marching on…. I’m carrying the flag trying to surrender but our guns are still drawn.

Morning arrives and a tranquility, like the dew from the night before, is falling over the engraved flowers. Hearts are listening to subconscious minds as we cease fire. Over early coffee, our guns are holstered. An anointing brings a smile as the sun breaks through the thunder. Love is being restored and the sun is warming little petals. God, the only true peacemaker, is reigning over the battlefields of our minds. We sit in peace and the quiet sermon is coming as the gentle breeze rings the wind chimes.

I’m asking myself, could this have been avoided? Unequivocally, yes, if God is first and past hurts are left by the headstones of our deceased memories. We’re limping away, now handicapped from the wounds encountered from the night before.

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So, here we are off on our busy day….people to meet, bills to pay, and our Lord is holding down the fort. We are marching off, alone, to fight our own personal battles…

 

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EDITOR NOTES:  Did you ever hurt the person you loved?  Did you say unwanted things?  If you have hurt someone you loved, it is not easy to repair this mistake.  It is time to seek forgiveness.  You may have to go to great lengths to win over the trust once again.

Watch your words in a fit of temper and weigh the pros and cons of every word you utter. If you want to express your anger at an event, target the incident and not the person.

Be truly repentant…

 


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Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; … (1 Corinthians 13:13)

And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.   (1 Peter 5:10)

 


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