"The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts. . ." -Marcus Aurelius
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Human Being, Being Human
I love it when the Lord reminds me that he is the Lord.
He brings me to a place where I realize my neediness for him; this desperate place...the prison in my own mind. I tend to be a hermit within it more often than not and that's when the Lord really makes it known to me that I need him in ways more than one. I need him through people; the very creatures that he chooses to reveal himself through. It's crazy actually, that he chooses imperfect people to reflect a perfect God; himself. He's simply contradictory like that, and mysterious to say the least.
Maybe it's just me but I'll be the first to admit my walk with the Lord has been everything but a meer walk in the park lately. The last three months have been a notorious reoccurrence of spiritual stubbornness due to fear and my insatiable need to control everything. The fact that the Lord, (like I said earlier) is mysterious and very much silent at times, doesn't pacify the heart's desire to be instantly satisfied. When he is silent I want to say I become anxious?...but in all actuality I lose it and go off the deep end :-) Instead of admitting that I need him to center me in my insanity, I simply denounce his ability to control my life and go my own way. Needless to say, I'm a work in progress so I know He will eventually bring me to a place where my faith will be based upon fear, love and mercy. My prodigal tendencies are nothing new to my Father, because he has searched me and knows me. He knows my thoughts and is familiar with all my ways. It's so crazy to think that he knows you and I the way he does...so intimately and specific, so detail oriented and intricate. My words are...predictable. My sin, already forgiven. Absolutely ineffable love, I will never be able to wrap my head around it and constantly have to remind myself to accept it for what it is.
It's cool to take a step back and recount all of the times that the Lord was there, in that moment or in that blessing. You know what I'm talking about? I'm talking about all the times that you know that without a shadow of a doubt the Lord came through for you and that it was because of him that you are able to testify his faithfulness today. Sometimes that is all we have to carry us through the night; referring to the times that we have walked in faith and not by sight. I can't say that I've mastered walking a straight line when going through a dark season, but I can say that Jesus already did on my behalf...on our behalf, bestowing spotless righteousness :-) Even as I write, I am getting pumped and encouraged by this concept that our victory is in Christ. That although my life can be messy at times, he looks at me and says, "How can I give you up? How can I hand you over?" (Hosea 11:8)
"It is written, 'Man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.'" (Matthew 4:4) I love this verse because it points out two things. The first thing being that we are mortal beings, and that without the essentials (such as food) we would die. But then it goes on to include the very Word of God to be just as essential to our appetites as bread. God intended us to need him from the very beginning. Our neediness for him isn't weakness, but made-up in our DNA if you will. Being human doesn't mean that we have a disease, the disease being sin and that we are all together hopeless. Being human means that we are dead in our sins and alive in Christ and that humanity is loved beyond the grave and through a resurrected Savior who made having a relationship with him possible in spite of our nature. It's taken me three months of wrestling with who I am, a creature said to be made in the image of God, to finally realize that being human is eternally good and acceptable to God and that he was so sure of this that he sealed his opinion with a death to atone the relationship between deity and humanity. Think about it,
that's mega love folks.
~Dierdre Madrid
Sunday, July 15, 2012
A Brief Moment
Sitting on some stairs overlooking the lake I feel a refreshing balance of contentment and joy. I hug my knees as blonde hair softly whips around my shoulders. My senses entertain me as goosebumps appear scattering down my legs and forearms when a wave of cool air passes over, and disappear when the sun breaks through the seemingly clear skies. My mind, eager for stimulation, begins processing the way the fine ripples in the water dance and the way the trees bend as the wind combs through their branches. I take a sip of pomegranate soda and apply some peppermint Chapstick. This moment feels so innocent and care free. So good and simple. After some time of sitting, I notice my shoulders blushing from the heat and reach for my flip flops. It was calming while it lasted.
Saturday Casualties
While brushing my hair and considering sleep, I've come to the determination that there are simply not enough hours in the night time. I say night time because it's 1:00am and I am nonchalantly sipping wine and browsing the web. It's a Saturday night of course (or what used to be for that matter) and I just can't seem to place my head on the pillow. My mind juggles with thoughts, my heart stirs with dreams...and...my eyes narrow in on the 6% battery life remaining on my macbook. I guess some things in life are a little more obvious than others. In this instance, I am 100% uncertain about life and 6% battery life is simply not enough time to figure it out.
Consider my wine glass raised...a toast!
To irony.
~Dm
Consider my wine glass raised...a toast!
To irony.
~Dm
Thursday, July 12, 2012
A Love Reservoir
as he walked himself to the front door of his car.
Upon his dismissal, she stood there thinking
"it's not that you can't love me, so much as it is me allowing you to start."
All boys and men are just the same.
Intentions all but true.
Show her years of friendship, withholding affections too.
Love her deeply and sisterly
Love her deeply and sisterly
accepting her sinfulness as a whole.
with grace and through grace, you love her!
like a mirror of the heavens,
show her the Love that died and rose for you.
With a heart of stone,
and enormous fear of ending up alone,
She waits.
Avoiding the heartbreak,
from all the boys and men who obliterate
the true meaning
of what it means
to love.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
It's A Constant Battle
My posture is traditional tonight, as I habitually recline myself against my headboard while occasionally spreading my toes with every break in-between sentences. I look to the clock as I reach for my night stand drawer, where I dig up the hidden treasure; sleeping pills. As I unscrew the lid and tilt my head back intaking a swig of water, I can't help but linger at the thought of all the things I needed to do in the morning. The clock says 2:30am...but it feels like 8:00pm. Silently rationalizing the thought of forcing myself to sleep, I stare at the blank wall in front of me. For being a blank wall, it sure triggered a head full of thoughts. After clicking around and avoiding the truth, I proceed to diagnose myself into having Attention Deficit Disorder and label myself as the worst blogger in the history of blog writers.
I can never seem to finish,
~Dierdre
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