the flip side
Since I wrote my last blog post, my life has been literally flipped upside down. I had some things to pray through this morning, and by God's grace, I'm hoping that those things are as far removed from my heart as the east is from the west. I sure feel better.
There's a flip side to the rowboat story. Even when a man has the best of intentions, you cannot help or same someone from what they don't want to be saved from. I had to come to that realization and the realization that although I want to be the right man at the right time to get the job done, what was on my heart might have just been a heart memory.
I took that away from the men's conference too. Our hearts have memories. The speaker made an excellent point by retelling a story about a dream a young girl had after receiving a heart transplant. As the story goes, the girl had a vivid dream about how the donor met her demise. She was killed and the recipient of the transplant had a dream so vivid she was able to describe to police the killer of the donor.
Hearts have memories and as I finally came to the point where I realized that the lessons I needed to learn from the ex had finally reached their pinnacle and it was time to move on. That's about the same time I had that dream that messed me up.
The heart wants what it wants. It doesn't necessarily mean that 1) you're going to get it, or 2) that it's the best thing for you. I mentioned that in passing in the last post. I'm not one to pine over what I can't have. There are reasons for things not being in your life. I kind of forgot that for a minute. All that changed on Monday afternoon.
My life is good. I have good friends. I've been blessed with material things. I get to do things for God. I have wonderful memories of people that aren't in my life anymore and the battle within is being won to keep them as wonderful memories. (OK, some of 'em ain't that wonderful...but you take the good with the bad.) The empty spot in my life isn't empty anymore. I'm pretty happy about that.
God sends what we need. It may not always be what we think we want, but blessings are blessings and to be sure God blessed me richly on Monday afternoon. I am nowhere near where I need to be in this Christlikeness thing, I am a lot closer to it than I used to be though.
And to all those roosters, out there... this one's officially on guard duty. I'm a man that will never again not guard his henhouse.
There's a flip side to the rowboat story. Even when a man has the best of intentions, you cannot help or same someone from what they don't want to be saved from. I had to come to that realization and the realization that although I want to be the right man at the right time to get the job done, what was on my heart might have just been a heart memory.
I took that away from the men's conference too. Our hearts have memories. The speaker made an excellent point by retelling a story about a dream a young girl had after receiving a heart transplant. As the story goes, the girl had a vivid dream about how the donor met her demise. She was killed and the recipient of the transplant had a dream so vivid she was able to describe to police the killer of the donor.
Hearts have memories and as I finally came to the point where I realized that the lessons I needed to learn from the ex had finally reached their pinnacle and it was time to move on. That's about the same time I had that dream that messed me up.
The heart wants what it wants. It doesn't necessarily mean that 1) you're going to get it, or 2) that it's the best thing for you. I mentioned that in passing in the last post. I'm not one to pine over what I can't have. There are reasons for things not being in your life. I kind of forgot that for a minute. All that changed on Monday afternoon.
My life is good. I have good friends. I've been blessed with material things. I get to do things for God. I have wonderful memories of people that aren't in my life anymore and the battle within is being won to keep them as wonderful memories. (OK, some of 'em ain't that wonderful...but you take the good with the bad.) The empty spot in my life isn't empty anymore. I'm pretty happy about that.
God sends what we need. It may not always be what we think we want, but blessings are blessings and to be sure God blessed me richly on Monday afternoon. I am nowhere near where I need to be in this Christlikeness thing, I am a lot closer to it than I used to be though.
And to all those roosters, out there... this one's officially on guard duty. I'm a man that will never again not guard his henhouse.
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