A matter of strength

                                                              

"Women are like teabags. We don't know our true strength until we are in hot water!"
Eleanor Roosevelt

I was wandering on the net today, trying to persuade myself that I was being counter productive and I came across this interesting little quote .Comical in its comparison, yet could it be more truthful? Ever since I can remember I have had a fascination with the diversity of beauty in women . I am well aware that this sounds misleading, but let me show you my reasoning .I have never discovered two women cut from the same cloth .It seems to me that every woman has a unique beauty,if it is not an outward manifestation then it is an inward lantern shining through that cloth .Women are all grace and intelligence, even the weakest representation of our sex is proof of that . I am not trying to say that Men are at all inferior, as much as our feminist hearts try and believe this lie, we know it is not the truth . Rather women are keenly obvious with the "little things" that make up personality .Frank Sinatra sang it right "the way you wear your hat, the way you sip your tea ,the memory of all that, they can't take that away from me " The song goes on to describe the precise way this woman carries out the smaller finer things .The things which we ponder to escape the notice of other's but that is rarely the truth.

One thing I am sure of, we are wonderfully created. Maybe my emphasise on feminine grace is due to my biased and superior knowledge of women .I can hardly agree that I have ventured within the complex region of man's mind, as they know it . However my mind is raptured with our range of emotions and although God created us as helper's that is by no means a way to demean our respective role as women .God himself is described as our helper, comforter and counseller. The same is true of women,what a privelege .We are close to the image of a divine creator ! Yet I am constantly misled by the concept of "weaker vessels " . Love is not weak sister, Creating a refuge, being a refuge is far from weakness it requires strength quite the contrary . I have a teacher, a mother ,a warrior ,a leader .I have watched  my mother for my whole life .Her weakness has been made strength ,her woes, conquests.  When she finds herself in a predictament, she fights and wins, yet relises it is not of her strength . Hot Water? She not only strengthens herself, she swims in it . My prayer for you, dear reader is that you relish in your particular God given beauty . It's within you ,it is what refines you and makes you a medal of God's glory .If you find yourself in hot water ,let it purge you all that means is you will be more beautiful .Endurance creates my friend.

Friendship (A letter to Amy )

                                              


“Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. Christopher Robin to Pooh”


Friendship is one of the complex matters of Life that seem almost interchangable . Companionship takes many forms, its sharing an umbrella when the world rains down, Its a back rub after a long drudged day, companionship is breaking the rigid lines of politeness tearing down mannerism's and embracing the heart . Every breathing soul needs another to filter through . The thing about Friendship is, its unchanging .
Since I have packed up my life and begun anew , the voyage has brought me along an exciting adventure of friend finding . This can take many shapes or forms, us girls unite on any common fixation to bond and unify. Some girls appreciate fashion, the latest trends in europe, the question of how one shall be percepted .Other's debate horrendously serious subjects (which I find no enjoyment in !).Subjects like government, politics and world famous leader figures ,still others will hide behind their pretty faces and speak of nothing (these are the worst!).Yet in us all is the esteemed desire , need even to relate to another human being .
This has been around from the beginning of time and will span ages .We are fellowshiping creatures, We were made to yearn a chat over tea, a hug , and even a random note expressing adoring compliments . This Journey, so to speak has taken me far and wide ,breaking social denominations .Whats interesting is that from my small study, we are never more alike .
New Friends,Old friends, siblings we all desire a common bond . We need somebody to believe in us when we are beyond belief ourselve's . I do not mean to over utilize the simplicity of innocence (as I addressed in my previous blog ) but I cannot help thinking that this simple encouragement exchanged between Christopher Robin and Pooh could not sum up our ardent desire for friendship .We need to believe, we are bravier, stronger and smarter and if you have the privelege of calling yourself a woman you best add on beauty grace and charm .Our carnal sentiments within us necessitate all this and more . I am so glad that I have the privelege of admonishing, admiring, loving and caring for my selected few . Some types of love are unchangable and challenge distance ,spans of time and all other unthinkable hurdles. Praise your Creator He made a soul sister for you today .The one who seems to have been created to mirror and/or counteract the things which you hold deep within your heart .


dedicated to Amy Abrahams (Continents have nothing on us girl !)

God is probably the only one who can write with broken pencils ...

You may have looked at that title and wondered . It has taken me along time to grasp the concept too.
Society today will tell you, you are stronger than a savior .As a generation we do not need help .My story the last few months has been about learning this valid lesson.
Sometimes it hits us. We grasp how far we have fallen .My first week in my home church "Faith Community" was one of those enlightening moments for me .Simplicity, we all long for it yet within our flesh we war against it .Our Pastor stands up and addresses the problem with world culture for decades.
"Jesus said "Let the little children come to me ""Innocently a small child runs to the Pastor's arm and tugs, he is lifted into welcoming arms where he gazes on the congregation. I love children just for their innocence, there sheer reliance on the rest of mankind speaks to me .Have you ever asked yourself why exactly that had to change ?When did this all knowing change even occur ? As this little child watches the church,he does not know what his silence is saying .Let the little children come to me. Jesus wanted the invalid ,he loved those who believed and didn't need a reason why. Our society has fallen so far , we are built upon proofs from feeble biased unreliant "scientists".You will never find God in a science lab and if you were looking there, maybe you should not even be looking. If twilight and dusk and sunrise do not speak to you ,if they do not whisper of the presence of God then maybe your whole view of God has been thwarted by humanity .Men in Jesus' time where above the reproach of children and women . They would not waste their time. Jesus beckons the children to His presence .He tells us of His love for all .Are you broken, incapable, without resolution? Find your peace at the feet of the one who died for you .The one who bore all the doubts,all the fallen reasonings ,the worries that come at night, the hurt that lashes out .Is there anything more loving than dying for the one you love ?
Our Paster  leans toward this little one ."Who do you love ?"he asks . The little boy of five ,leans toward the microphone and speaks the geniune truth, backed up by the sincerity in those little brown eyes . "I love Jesus because He died for me "It's so simple . We over look  the finer details .The glimpse of God in the waves,the rustle of the tree's, the look of adoration in a friend,s eyes. This is God .The true Redeemer, know Him today and complexity and strife will be made simple as you look through yout childish eyes at your Father who sets you in His arms.