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» Christine

how love wastes in the sea of fear

05.17.15

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you are blessed, if your feet stop moving to the beat of your desires, and for a few hours or so you are even more blessed, to move to His beats. when the flat tire happens in the middle of moving to your beats, and the towing company arrives six hours later, your feet becomes His to do with as He pleases, and your heart wrestles with the idea of stopped feet, and the mountains of errands awaiting your return. and in the midst of all that is His, you still hope to make it to your friends child’s birthday party, but the clock ticking away, soon makes it clear that the celebrations will be made while walking to the beats of His desires.

 from time to time, you can hear the birds chipping away, and the swirl of the wind wrapping itself around your stiff body. your are stiff because hunger is also fighting you, and the children are growing restless, as hours go by. and perhaps, in this moment, the one whom we call the enemy of our mind, or of this world, makes it his duty to parade all over your unstable thoughts, and take you to places so dark and defeating, that you almost crawl deep into the furthest parts of your car, as you wait for the clock to tick to the hour and minute when the tow truck driver finally arrives to save the day.

it is scary to know that other feet keep moving to the beats of their liking, walking and driving past you like you are invisible, and they not so much. you wonder when one will stop to sprinkle some love, and to the sadness of your heart, not one stops to dance if only for a moment to your beat. and as you continue to cling to that little hope, and that little desire to be seen and helped, you realize that such moments are those moments when love aches to be seen, and fear drowns it all.

perhaps today, your bubbles have been cracked wide opened, and the reality of this world has made it’s way to your heart. the girls have returned from the Apple store, where they went to ask for a charger to bring back life, to the only phone we had that served us well, and shut it’s eyes after numerous attempts to reach love. at one point, we spotted a police car, and there in that moment, we saw a glimpse of love, only to then see love drive up past us, without a blink of an eye. another one passed us by, and our hope sparked up again. and another one. and another one. never to stop they drove on by, and we waited and walked to His beats.

The King will reply, “Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” — Matthew 25:40

 and as the hours drew on closer to night, he showered up. his blue shirt looking all rugged and oily. his face a little rough around the edges, and a mouth that never stopped talking. our hearts were frail indeed. perhaps, he also saw the look of hunger come pouncing through our eyes, and the weariness of the day almost come tumbling down in tears. he pulled out a bag of Popeye’s, and insisted on sharing his meal with us. and the countless times i said to my girls, “don’t talk or take food from strangers,” faded away as we all stretched inside this bag, stuffed our mouths with spicy chicken, shredding it into tiny little pieces.

and in that moment, we saw love.

love in the eyes of a stranger, whose mission it was to save our day.

we saw love.

and after helplessly clinging to the many vessels of love that walked and drove past us, it sure was good to finally embrace this rugged and oily looking stranger, who carried in him the vessels of love that the many strangers who walked and drove past us, might have shared with us, if only they dared enough to dance to the beat of our life.

i wonder if we all claim to love, but only a few of us really do love.

we dropped off Gracie our car at our dealership. they closed the day at 4pm, and Gracie is left out in the lot until Monday, when they come back to the hustle and bustle of life. excited we were to head on out to the rental store, only to find that they too closed early for the day. “could this day get any worse?,” we thought. the phone had been charged to 12%, but by this time, it’s life had vanished from within, and what was left was a beautiful golden Apple phone, without a spark of energy to make a call. “not to worry,” we said. we spotted a car dealership still opened, and walked inside not to buy a car, which they hoped was the case, but rather to ask for help. and once again, we met love, and this gentleman whose name i don’t know, googled a taxi company for us, and helped dial us through to them. we sighed with a big relief, as home then seemed so much nearer.

thirty minutes or so went by, and this yellow taxi came driving in. excited we were to finally be heading home, but that excitement was soon met with a cold, unfriendly and very scary driver. he refused to help with the car door, and we then refused to accept his ride. as if that never happened, we slowly made our way to the closest shopping center, and asked an employee of a nail store if we could use their phone to call another taxi. and it was there, that we once again encountered the cruel hand of hopelessness, as she smiled and said,”No.” i asked again, not believing her answer. perhaps, “I heard wrong,” I thought. and again she smiled, and said, “No.”

 we headed out to find love again. perhaps love had not all together departed from us, and perhaps like Carlos our tow truck driver, love would once again meet us with open arms, if we didn’t give up. and that is what kept as walking to His beats, and into this opticians store asking if we could use their phone to call a taxi. the three of them seemed busy taking inventory, or something. one lady willingly took the phone, and dialed the taxi company for us. we thanked her greatly, and walked out the door to once again, wait for love. after almost an hour, he finally pulled into the driveway, and we started our journey back home. his driving left alot to be desired, and on our way home, we prayed to Love to have mercy, and get us home safe.

 as the pressure from the water rushed fiercely through my shower head and onto my body, my thoughts raced up and down, taking inventory of all that had happened that day. i wondered why it was that many who are vessels of love, failed to pour out love to us that day.

i wondered if fear was one of those reasons.

and as my mind wondered, i couldn’t help but draw a canvas of the world I saw that day – a world drowning in a sea of fear.

could it be that fear, has on countless other occasions, stopped love from parading it’s beautiful glow, in a world that is otherwise dark, and hopeless? is it why our neighbors die of hunger. die helpless. while in fact, we are the answers to their prayers?

A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 32 So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. 34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. 35 The next day he took out two denarii[c] and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’

36 “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”

37 The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”

Jesus told him, Go and do likewise.” — Luke 10: 30-37

 i also wondered if love failed to show up multiple times, because the world is too busy moving to their beats, that the troubles of another are inconveniences to them.

i also wondered if prejudice had anything to do with why love failed to show up, on the many occasions that Love ached to show up.

whatever the reason might have been. fear, inconvenience or prejudice, love still remains in the hearts of millions, and awaits patiently to show up through them.

i ended the night in tears for the world we live in, however thanking God, for stopping my feet, so that i could get a glimpse of what breaks His heart.

until next week, live in boldness of love, and allow Him to stop your beats, and cause you to move to His beats. and as you move in His beats, you will get a glimpse of life like you have never before

love: christine

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how a day in the woods by the river returns back joy and hope

05.10.15

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it’s morning now, and the sun is still rising. it’s good to see the rising of the sun, the birds chipping away at the very aged, and almost barren tree, and the brisk of an early morning, come mounting up on earth. everyday, until this morning has seemed to be nothing different from the other. the darkness of winter, lingered longer than nights, and days were left covered in utter darkness, as the sun rose and set behind the curtain of darkness. today however, feels like a whole new day. could it be that darkness has at last been defeated by the powerful, yet radiant rays of the sun? or better still, could it be that darkness finally found its rightful place, and decided after months of stealing and tormenting day, that it would alas rest where it thrives the best?

 she woke up that morning, feeling the difference in day. covered in her favorite fur coat, she made her way into the deepest parts of the woods, that made company of her huge estate. it had been months, since she took a liking to the beautiful ever green woods, that so often seemed to call and even shout out her name. tucked in the heart of her gorgeous dark brown log cabin, she found comfort in hiding in doors, and wondering when He would visit her once again. sometimes she got lonely, and in those days, the sparkling eyes of her little Yorkie, brought company back into the room.

her little shop in town was well known for it’s magnificent scent of whatever she had cooking that day. the shop was where the locals gathered daily, to unwind from a long day, and catch up on what was taking place around them. Grace loved her shop. and more than that, she loved cooking. cooking was art. cooking was music. when she cooked, music played and art was then displayed in her grandmas white china plates, which she used  to serve all her guests. the months leading up to this moment, had been difficult for Grace. the severe winter storm, had taken down most of the town, and locals were scrambling for every bit of food they could find, and businesses were at their all time low. many days, she ached for Middle Town. the town she had called home all her life. she knew each and every person by name, and they knew her too. they were family, and when family hurt, she hurt as well.

over the years, Gracie had seen blessings like never before.  dreams coming alive, and hope being lifted way up, bringing with it so much joy. He had blessed her oh so much. and on this particular year when darkness, stole day she found herself in and out of joy. joy came, however never to stay. it visited her more than it found home within her heart. she had hoped to go even further this year. perhaps, should would be able to do more for the orphan children, and those around the world that seemed to be breaking her heart. her log cabin had seen so many better years, and she had hoped to restore it back to it’s beautiful state. but more than that, her heart ached to do more. not so much more for her, but rather more for Him.

where are you,” she often cried.

do you see me?,” she often asked.

how will i bless them, if you don’t continue to increase me?,”

business seems to be failing. the people are suffering. and i can barely do a thing.”

everything seems uncertain.”

we trusted You, and now it seems like You have departed.”

we need you Lord.”

“I need you Lord”

“You have done so much, so much please don’t stop now.” she often said.

i will go and not fear. i will trust, and not waver.”

and on this one day, resting in the comfort of the peace He had supplied all this while. without a shout to the heavens, or a cry into His ears. He whispered an answer to her.

oh but my child, Am I not the One who brought you this far?

“if I being the One who brought you this far, Am I not the only one that can sustain what I have blessed you with?”

“why do you find security, in the things of this world?”

“things that never last?”

“why do you hope in man’s provision?”

“do you not see, what I have done, and will continue to do?”

“I am never gone. I am always here.”

“though the days might seem oh so difficult, and the nights not peaceful enough for a sleep, will you trust, that I will continue to sustain what I have blessed you with, and that there is nothing that I have promised you, that will not come to pass.”

“will you trust me child?”

and it was this very moment, when things truly began to change. joy seemed to have finally made it’s way home, and this time around, joy was staying. and as she continued deeper into the woods, she got the sense that He too continued deeper into the woods with her. she finally made entrance into the shores of the river that divided her estate, with that of her grandma and grandpa. in her early years, she and her cousins often met up by the river, and splashed water all day long, as the brutal summers found home in Middle Town. coming down to the river again, brought back all those beautiful memories, and as if to give her a big hug and kiss, He stretched out His arms, and said again to her, “will you trust me.” and this time around, she stretched out her arms and said to Him, “yes, Lord I will.”

perhaps, the Lord all this while had been preparing her for such a time as this. perhaps, now her faith having grown much more than it had a few years back, was now ready for a more deeper walk in the thick boisterous woods. perhaps, there are seasons that would come, and go and never make sense then. but perhaps, those very seasons would one day make sense, in another season.

she found herself splashing the river water that day. if ever you walked past the river on that day, you would wonder what tickled her so very hard, that she would splash water back and forth, and giggle words of praise, as she shouted with joy. am sure she would invite you to join fun. “He loves to play silly games as well,” she might say. “He loves those peaceful, serene moments by the river. those moments when it’s just you and Him. He loves and treasures those moments,” she would tell you. and maybe seeing how much joy filled her heart, in the midst of a dark barren looking town, you would dare yourself to trust in the moment, to trust in Him and join the fun.

she headed back home that day, filled with hope for tomorrow. knowing that even though, times might be difficult, or seem uncertain, that with Him by her side, there is nothing she could not do. and as for the uncertain financial times, she knew without a doubt, that her tomorrow is in His hands, and that what He had blessed her with, He alone could sustain. and those children she hoped to care for? well, let’s just say that that dream came to pass, and she now has more children, than she can count, and He is once again sustaining the blessings He has provided her with.

it is easy to surrender, when we know that we don’t have to do it all by our self. that what He blesses us with, only He can sustain, and when we try to do it all by our self, or think we have the power to sustain it all, that’s when we realize how powerless we truly are.

until next time, have a blessed surrender filled week :)

love: christine

happy happy Mothers Day!!

mothers days

you mean the world to God.

you mean the world to your children.

you mean the world to your husband.

you mean the world to your mother.

you mean the world to your father.

you mean the world to your brother.

you mean the world to your sister.

you mean the world to the world.

you are more than a mother. you are precious in every way.

loved and treasured all at the same time.

may this day, if never again bring you true fulfillment and purpose in life.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!

love: christine

NOBLE – courage, inspiration, love all in one

05.03.15

there are people and stories in life, that transcend the meaning of courage, to a point where we, know not what or how to define their willingness in life, to go above and beyond what the ordinary human would do in free will.

perhaps, you may think that such are created with an extra layer of tenderness. or perhaps an extra layer of compassion. whatever it is that these people embody, they often times leave us –  the spectators, wondering where in heart, they find the courage for lack of a more deserving word, to do what they do for the love of others.

the hollywood reporter writes this of the award winning film – Noble, based on the true life story of Christina Noble, “This biopic about Irishwoman Christina Noble, who established a network of centers for homeless children in Vietnam, stars TV and film vet Dierdre O’Kane. An unusual yet inspired choice, the life of Irish charity founder Christina Noble might not at first appear to be ideal for feature treatment, despite the network of service centers for street kids that she’s established in Vietnam and Mongolia that supports thousands of needy youth annually. However, writer-director Stephen Bradley manages to find a rather circuitous route to revealing her motivations and backstory that eventually coalesces around a joyful and rousing affirmation of the human spirit that will resound widely.”  Read the full article here

the film – Noble portrays the true life story of Christina Noble in such a way that leaves the audience, with a great desire to gather every bit of courage, to be even if only for one day, one mission, someone as bold, loving and courageous as Christina.

she is fearless.

a girl left with nothing became a woman with nothing to lose.

even as a girl, she knew that someday she would do the thing that she was made to do.

and when that time came, she wouldn’t make any excuses.

or ask permission.

she wouldn’t back down or give up.

she would go all in.

that’s what “CALLING” looks like.

you don’t play by the rules when you are on a rescue mission.

this brazen and brash out-of-place irish mom showed up in a country halfway around the world without a dollar or a friend, saying,

“ok, here I am.”

the irish streets made her tough.

but would she be tough enough to realize her destiny?

if you ever asked how far you would go?

if you’ve ever wondered how much you would risk?

if you’ve ever questioned, “do i have a purpose?”

I say, watch this trailer, and on May 8th, pick up your: family, friends, coworkers and even your neighbors, and head out to the movie theaters to watch this inspiring, life changing film and share the love by spreading the word about Christina’s Noble’s life changing story.

and remember, the change we want, starts with us.

you too can make a difference

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until next time – stay brave, crush fear under your feet and dare to make a difference

love always: christine

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