Friday, October 30, 2015

"NEXT" and #ponderizing about hope

So my apartment has experienced 4 break ups in the past week and a half and it's been pretty discouraging all around.

Over the summer I almost dated someone, but things didn't work out. I was expressing my frustrations to my parents and my dad said: "I have the perfect four-letter word for this situation, and that four-letter word is: NEXT!" It was easy then because I knew that Heavenly Father had something better in store for me.

But it's not always that easy. Sometimes there's not a clear "next" and we have to wander in darkness for a while.

My #ponderize scripture for the week comes from Romans 8:

"For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for?

But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it."

If we know what it is that we're hoping for, then it's not real hope. God wants us to hope in Him! The second we define what it is that we want, we're limiting our faith and limiting His capacity to bless us.

The following verses read:

"Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.

And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God."

When we pray, we need only show our love and devotion for God. We don't need to verbalize what it is that we need, because often we don't know. The Spirit makes intercession for us by helping us feel confident that God will bless us with something better than we can comprehend. We have to hold onto that hope, patiently waiting for whatever or whoever is "next."

"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."

Sunday, October 25, 2015

The God who weeps.

I took a walk to the temple today and was expressing my feelings to my Heavenly Father. I told Him: "Don't you know how I'm feeling? Don't you know how sad I am?"

And without missing a beat, His voice came so clearly to my mind: "Don't you know that I'm sad too?"

God validates us. He can't justify sin, but He knows and understands how we feel. God made some beautiful plans in my life, but because of circumstances outside of my control, they all fell apart. God weeps with me. He knows what I'm feeling because He's feeling it too. And though He can see the big picture, and He knows what's coming next, He has enough love to pause with me for a few moments. 

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

C.S. Lewis

"The water was as clear as anything and I thought if I could get in there and bathe it would ease the pain in my leg. but the lion told me I must undress first. Mind you, I don't know if he said any words out loud or not. 

I was just going to say that I couldn't undress because I hadn't any clothes on when I suddenly thought that dragons are snaky sort of things and snakes can cast their skins. Oh, of course, thought I, that's what the lion means. So I started scratching myself and my scales began coming off all over the place. And then I scratched a little deeper and , instead of just scales coming off here and there, my whole skin started peeling off beautifully, like it does after an illness, or as if I was a banana. In a minute or two I just stepped out of it. I could see it lying there beside me, looking rather nasty. It was a most lovely feeling. So I started to go down into the well for my bathe.

But just as I was going to put my feet into the water I looked down and saw that they were all hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as they had been before. Oh, that's all right, said I, it only means I had another smaller suit on underneath the first one, and I'll have to get out of it too. So I scratched and tore again and this underskin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped and left it lying beside the other one and went down to the well for my bathe.

Well, exactly the same thing happened again. And I thought to myself, oh dear, how ever many skins have I got to take off? For I was longing to bathe my leg. So I scratched away for the third time and got off a third skin, just like the two others, and stepped out of it. But as soon as I looked at myself in the water I knew it had been no good.

The the lion said - but I don't know if it spoke - 'You will have to let me undress you.' I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it. 

The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I've ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off. You know - if you've ever picked the scab of a sore place. It hurts like billy-oh but it is such fun to see it coming away.

Well, he peeled the beastly stuff right off - just as I thought I'd done it myself the other three times, only they hadn't hurt - and there it was lying on the grass: only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly-looking than the others had been. And there was I as smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me - I didn't like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I'd no skin on - and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why. I'd turned into a boy again. "