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.


Satan Rains

No matter how dark the night gets, we can be reminded that joy comes in the morning. (Psalm 30)

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A whistle blows, the signals turn, and a light glows deep within the tunnel. Engine wheels pound the ground as they roll over the rails and the sound intensifies to the beating inside your body. Your mind wanders as tensions tumble and frustrations rule. Confusion sets in like an afternoon thunderstorm, so you go to your family physician and he runs the tests. Not feeling completely satisfied with the results, you’re given a follow-up appointment card for next month – another 30 days!

Soul-searching, you wonder how you got to this point. You ask your bathroom mirror, “Where did I go wrong? How did I get in to this predicament in the first place”? So you climb into a steamy hot shower, hoping to cleanse that which ails your aching spirit. Though the water hypnotizes your nerves, nothing changes by the time you dry off with a warm towel.

Another restless night and morning comes with no conclusive evidence. But over a cup of morning coffee and an examination of your childhood, events you forgot over time creep back into your memory and Satan rains. An abusive lifestyle that your subconscious wanted you to forget, leaves you hopelessly disturbed and now your physician tries to analyze the mind that’s left. Pardoning those who are born with impairments such as ADHD and other similar ailments, I must discuss the mental illnesses that lend themselves to everyday circumstances – PTSD, Bipolar, Schizophrenia, depression, anxiety and other mood disorders.

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We are born as children of God which lends my theory to begin with the fact we are perfection at birth. So, a Christian cannot help but wonder if most mental health problems are a consequence of the negative experiences called life.

I speak as a recipient of verbal abuse in my childhood years. If you fill a child’s mind full of negativity, they will grow up being the same – pessimistic and socially unaccepted. A hug and kiss each time you say goodbye to your child as they go out to play or school, will leave their little brain positive and confident.

Blaming some types of mental illnesses on chemical imbalances in the brain is like blaming children for their parents. Psychological disorders may be a cranium problem but abuse, of any nature, creates the same effect. One is not born with PTSD but rather a recipient of severe trauma experienced in a series of life events. People are not born severely depressed, anxious, panic-ridden, or suicidal. The root of these conditions are the negative experiences of life and perhaps even spiritual issues involving a division of the body and soul.

Though my feelings on this topic are of my own, I do sincerely sympathize with afflicted Christians. Knowing where I am in my life now compared to where I’ve been, justifies my analysis. But I believe the suffering of a mental illness could be possibly viewed as a gift. As a Christian why would you want a gift like this? The answer is simple. If you lean on God for the strength to conquer the battle, your faith and hope grows developing compassion for others. The capacity to feel joy, peace and every other fruit is of God’s Holy Spirit.

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It is important to remind your children that they walk in Christ to avoid Satan raining in their minds. God is in the heart, soul, and mind of every person on earth. No matter how dark the night gets, we can be reminded that joy comes in the morning. (Psalm 30).

Corinthians 5:16-17
“From now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view … Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: the old has gone, the new is here!”