I'm Buffering... Part Two

It can be easy to fall into self-pity when stuck. When I'm buffering I tend to just replay all the moments prior that were amazing and I enjoyed the most. I do this since I can't seem to move past that dreaded circle of death and after a while I begin to lose hope that it'll ever finish or go away! So I stay in moments past because at least those I know what the outcome will be.

I'm Buffering... Part One

  Arg... you moan with annoyance, perhaps even hit the table, the couch, your face, a cat, or whatever else happens to be nearby because there it is before you. The spinning circle of death.

Mission Focused

"Is materialism a blind spot in American Christianity today? More specifically, is materialism a blind spot in your Christianity today? Surely this is something we must uncover, for if our lives do not reflect radical compassion for the poor, there is reason to question just how effective we will be in declaring the glory of Christ to the ends of the earth. More pointedly, if our lives do not reflect radical compassion for the poor, there is reason to wonder if Christ is really in us at all." -David Platt

A pretty strong statement is it not? The first time I read it, I had to read it again as it cut to my heart and was almost offended by it, but when I really thought about it, I found this to be so true. It's like what King David says: "Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties; And see if there is any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlasting." -Psalm 139:23-24

How many times have I heard this quoted but not really grasp the meaning of it. Going to Haiti over the past few years

The Journey

Oh to sit and epistolize what has afflated my soul. It is quite possible it may come off as babelism, but how can one not utter what has brought to one such astir? I am beamish at the very cogitation that after such an extensive period of time, a ballast has been instilled to keep me constant. Like an Ambit fixed True North, I find that more freedom is given when I stay the course.

  One path traveled afresh, the journey of forgiveness. Seventy times seven. Four hundred and ninety, three thousand four hundred and thirty. Incalculable. How can one so coolly offer such grace to what or who we see as undeserving? I in my own fortitude cannot. Would not. By Divine intervention could I release such resentment.

  The grapnel that encased my heart for so long, has been pryed apart, tossed to the sea and crushed by the waves. My ship has left the moor, the sails have been raised and a strong  Wind carries me towards the Island of Blessing. The Island where pure treasure is yet to be discovered. 

  I anticipate the life of a sojourner and keep my sight fixed on what lies before me. On towards the sparkling waters that touch the crimson sun in the evenings and strain to embrace all the glory during the day. The adventure has only just begun. 

-Amaris I.©