Passing the Test

IMG_0172I recently read a short article on the silence of God. The author spoke about why God is silent and with his explanation used a great analogy which caught my attention. The writer reminded us that in the classroom during a test, the teacher is always quiet. As a matter of fact, everyone is quiet and the only sound heard is that of pencil against paper.

I’ve been through many silent times in my life, some causing me to wonder where God was, or if He even heard me. Following those situations, I’ve learned the author was right. God is silent because we are being tested. The outcome of the test isn’t that we receive what we’ve prayed for but that we trust God’s will for our lives.

God was silent when my heart yearned for many things, some inline with His will according to His word. Some of the things I prayed for I received, some I did not. Although I didn’t understand why the answer was no when I didn’t receive what I’d prayed for, in the long run, I received something far greater. I gained the peace of God; I gained contentment in the state I found myself in and I learned to trust God with my life.

There will be more tests in my lifetime, of that I’m sure. My prayer is, I Pass the Test. My prayer for those reading this is the same and that is, when God is silent, we remember the teacher is always quiet during the Test.

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The Art of Speaking Softly

Daybreak by Michael

Have you ever met someone who seems to be always on edge; ready to pounce on whomever rubs them the wrong way. It’s almost as if they seek any and every opportunity to argue. They wait for an offensive word or a tone of voice they don’t fancy and in their opinion an ill-spoken comment. I coin these persons as someone always looking for a fight. And then, we have those who are the exact opposite.

These persons have a knack for diffusing tense situations. They are by no means doormats or pushovers, it seems they’ve simply learned the art of speaking softly. Battles are chosen carefully, as are words.

I’ve been following a devotional study by Pastor Rick Warren on gentleness. In a couple of his teachings he talked about using a soft answer to turn away wrath or anger. The basis for his teaching is found in Proverbs 15:1 “A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.” NIV

He used the example of how when someone raises their voice at us, we raise ours back. Eventually you’ve got a tumultuous situation. Pastor Warren suggested as the other person becomes louder, we lower our voice and become quieter. Now that, my friends is easier said then done. However, I decided to give it a try one night at work. Just as I needed a something for a patient, I noticed someone from another department who could help me enter my area. When I approached her, she was curt and borderline rude. I kept my cool and refused to match her tone. By the time our conversation was over, we were laughing and she said she’d ensure I had what I needed and she wished me a good night.

I believe the challenge with speaking softly in the face of adversity is because we have an innate desire to defend ourselves. We want to let that person know, we don’t have to take their insults. But, do we really need to retaliate? What’s the worse that could happen if we don’t. Would it really matter at the end of the day, if the person bringing the offence sees us as defenseless? Now, let me pause here and say, I’m not speaking of bullies or abusers; that in and of itself is a different story. I’m by no means advocating allowing ourselves to be mistreated, so please understand.

That being said, I’m sure speaking softly in the face of rage may not always work. As I mentioned in the beginning, there are some who are hellbent on fighting, but as my mom so wisely taught me, they can’t argue by themselves. It wasn’t easy for me the night I used the art of speaking softly with the woman whose help I needed, however, I’m happy I did.

It’s my intention to master the art of speaking softly and with it the mindset of disregarding the opinions of the hotheaded toward me. As I mentioned in my previous blog, it’s been scientifically proven, those who reduce stress in their lives live fuller, richer and longer. And I purpose to do just that. I’d love for you to join me.

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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The Ebb And Flow of Relationships

Still waters from South Carolina

I recently had a conversation with a relative about a six month relationship she was in that had ended. As we talked, I shared something I’ve observed in successful marriages/courtships. I’ve learned in these relationships there is a natural ebb and flow much like the waves of the ocean or river. Perhaps you’ve stood on the shoreline of the beach or the banks of a river and watched the water as it gently moved.

There is something special in the way the waves of the ocean roll in and then as if on cue, roll back out again. The same can be seen when observing the flow of a river. At times it may seem as if the waters of a river aren’t even moving, but they are; naturally, gently, easily to a larger body of water. I liken the sync between two people who are meant to be together to the ebb and flow of the ocean or river.

I’m not saying happy couples don’t hit rough waters, I just believe the natural rhythm between the two enables them to weather the storms and come out on top. As my cousin and I spoke more, I pointed out to her, this natural ebb and flow isn’t just seen or felt in relationships between men and women. Have you ever met someone who became a new friend because you just hit it off? There is a feeling as if you’ve known them for life? Even in disagreeing, there is harmony. This is the ebb and flow I’m speaking of.

I believe we know in the beginning when a relationship is right for us. I believe we feel that natural rhythm; we feel that we are in sync even though we’ve just met.I also believe we know when it isn’t right. There is an uneasiness and discord that’s felt. I have two best friends that happen to be men. Although, we are only friends, there is an uncanny ease between us, so much so, when I hangout with either of them, people think we’re a couple. Again, it’s this natural flow that I see between couples who are happy.

As my relative and I talked she began to realize her relationship had required extra work from day one. We even went on to talk about friendships we’ve had with women that took so much work, we grew tired and let the friendships go. “I see what you mean,” she eventually said.

I’ve been single for awhile, although I’ve dated. I’ve remained single because I now understand the natural ebb and flow of relationships. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for or expecting perfect. I’m just no longer trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, if you will. And I’m happy to say, I don’t think my relative will either.

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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On the wings of an Eagle

 

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I recently found myself in a depressed state of mind after the loss of a dear family member. Now, the interesting thing about this is, I thought I was doing a pretty good job of hiding it. Well, not so. One night not so long ago at work, a co-worker pulled me aside and asked me what was wrong, when I confessed the severity of my emotional state, the color pretty much drained from her face. She and another co-worker sat me down and talked with me about my feelings and offered words of strength and encouragement.

Since then, I have taken steps to regain my joy. I’ve spent more time studying my Bible, I get out more and do at least one thing per day that I enjoy. I listen to positive messages and watch positive videos.  And I can feel the happiness beginning to bubble up inside of me again.

Tomorrow will be the first time in many years I won’t be able to phone my dear family member and wish her a Happy Birthday. To celebrate her life, I’ve been thinking of things I can do. Her favorite thing was Butterflies, so I may go out and find a Butterfly pin towear. Or I may buy a cake and have a Butterfly placed on it and share it with friends. I’m not quite sure yet. There is, however, one thing I’m definitely sure of and that is, she liked Butterflies but I like Eagles.

I once visited a zoo that had a area where Eagles with broken wings were rehabbed. As I gazed at them through the enclosure, I couldn’t help but stand in awe. Despite their condition, the posture of the Eagles was as regal as ever. Although they are birds, they seemed to hold their heads high as they patiently waited to heal.

As a part of my fascination with Eagles, I’ve often watched videos of them and to me nothing is more splendid than an Eagle taking flight for the first time after the mending of a broken wing. Looking back, I realize for the past nine months, my wing has been broken. I have grieved the loss of someone very dear. Tomorrow, in spite of the fact that I will always grieve her loss to some extent, my soul shall once again take flight.

In celebration of her life tomorrow, whether I buy a cake or wear a Butterfly or simply sit in quite reflection, as Isaiah 40:31 says, I will once again “mount up on the wings of an Eagle.” That which was broken has now been mended and maybe, just maybe, I’ll give a Butterfly a ride.

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