Author: bonniejeancarr

     Often, I’ve wondered why God created our hearts and souls as two separate life supports and not one joined vessel.   Maybe, tonight God delivered His answer.

     It’s easy, almost automatic, to consider our hearts and souls are not only cut from the same fabric, but also, identical and serving the same purpose.   However, God knew to create them separate; and this was not by accident nor without His wisdom.

     Our hearts are love.   Our souls are trust.   Life’s happenings can break our hearts.   Nothing of the world can crush or ever splinter our souls.   Our hearts can fill with fear.   Our souls are able, no matter what, to overflow with God’s courage and calmness.   Hearts sometimes skip a thump.   Souls never miss even one beat of God pulsing strength into their cores.   Hearts can become hardened and angry in life’s storms.   In trials and tribulations, souls reign in the soft gentleness of God’s arms and His peace.  

     So, why did God create our hearts and souls as two, not one?   I believe it’s so that when our hearts break, fear, flutter, stiffen and rage, they can nose dive into our souls and be healed, reborn and resurrected into renewed awareness and trust in Faith, Hope, Love and God, Himself.

   The world can bring crying pain to our hearts.   God wipes away the tears in our souls.      Thank you, JB3, for your baby heart delivering this God inspired message last night.   And, deep gratitude to you, God, for filling the womb of his Mommy’s soul with Christ’s lifesaving blood running through its veins. Forevermore, “Praise God from whom all blessings flow”…

     Faith is not a question you get an answer to by adding, subtracting, multiplying or dividing.   It is an answer that carries you thorough all questions.  

     Look at the world today.   Everybody’s telling everyone what’s right, wrong and indifferent, as well as the sure way to have it all.   For many, God isn’t even considered, or consulted, as the source from where all direction flows.   Is it any wonder why Faith is almost impossible for many to even fathom, let alone root in (or for) and cling to?  

     Got a question?   Well, 21^st Century society Googles it and gets an answer.   Let’s be honest, FAITH never pops up as the answer.   Simply stated, Google was invented by man, not created by God.   Seriously, should we bank on man for smarts or deposit all our confidence in God’s wisdom.

     Life, for us Christians, is not settled by Google.   What unsettles our hearts can only find peace and “soul”ution through God’s gift of Faith.

     There is much God chooses, for our best, to leave unsolved and unanswered in our worldly life.   He leaves nothing masked in all that awaits us when we reach the eternity of sitting and listening at his feet.   Not Google, but only FAITH, will lead us to this destination.

     So many dark days shroud our present time on earth.   Do you type Google to try and find sunshine; or do you wipe away all darkness by having FAITH in God’s “SON”shine?    

     I repeat.   Faith is not a question we get an answer to by adding, subtracting, multiplying or dividing on paper, or on Google.   Faith is God’s answer that carries us through all questions.

     So many questions rise amidst life’s current chaos.   The dilemma is unwrapping where rest the answers?   Politicians, journalism and angry mobs hold only more query and division.   This week, amidst all current perplexity, my embattled earthly Dad shone illuminating wisdom which, truly and deeply, reflected an answer of response from our Heavenly Father.

     Look at the world in which we exist.   Power is the source into which society is plugged.   Everyone, and everything, is measured by how much power they control.  Current humanity believes the rain of any, and every, storm is only overcome by how much power reigns within a mortal’s hands; but what does our immortal God declare?   My earthly Dad personified the answer to this question.

     For my Dad, this New Year’s Day dawned with, not Covid, but a different life threatening hospitalization.   During his eleven Medical Center days, I was allowed to sit by his bedside and in the OR waiting room.   Dad felt peace because family (represented by me) could understand his needs and make necessary decisions.   Then things changed, and a rehab facility became his next needed destination.   Here, a different set of Covid rules governed.   Not only was Dad (due to the chaos of a worldly pandemic) denied the gift of needed family in vigil by his side; but also, his negative Covid test, at best, gained him admission to the facility, and, at worst, garnered him the privilege of entering into the prison of a two week solitary isolation.  

     As my Dad sobbed into his phone (and my heart and soul) how confused and weak he felt and that none of this would drown him, if I were able to be with him and help him understand what was happening and that all would result in restoration, I clearly saw the difference between my 94 year old Daddy and present day society.   My Daddy’s source of strength for fighting all earthly battles is deeply, and “soul”y, rooted in family security and love.   Society, today, is shallowly founded, and grounded, in worldly power as the sole weapon to slay all opposing forces.  

     I see our Heavenly Father reflected in my earthly Dad.   Our present day society mirrors the opposite.   For each, and every, child of God, are we not assured all our battles will be won if we (first, foremost, always and only) place our trust and find our way not in worldly power but in the security and love of being surrounded by our family – our Heavenly Father, our Brother Christ and our Holy Spirit?

       In spite of this war against Covid-19 and being locked outside by worldly restrictions, ours is the ability to knock on a window pane, with remote hearing device in hand, and rest in family security and love.   So, why are we letting other pandemics of present day existence keep us from finding a life of security and love in God and all His promises to us, His family?    “Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.   For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened.” Matthew 7:7-8 (ESV)

     We cry for those who voice their sorrows.   We cry for those who speak their injustices.   We cry for those who utter their failures.   But what about those who suffer silence, alone and muted?   Let’s peer through the window behind which these children of God are trapped.   The lens with which we view is not filtered in judgment, criticism or scorn.   Empathy and sympathy compose the glass through which we gaze.

     Hospitals and nursing homes are the framework of where these voiceless rest.   Their right to be loved, supported and surrounded by family is, correctly, deduced wrong during Covid 19’s pandemic.   However, this answer is not, by anyone, deemed fair.   Not till my own father joined the ranks of the imprisoned innocent did my rejecting heart replace my accepting head.

     Those of us outside the locked gates of being quarantined complain our luxuries are infringed upon by the pandemic.   Do we even realize while we decry our frivolous deprivation, so many are stripped their essentials – loved ones near when needed most?   I didn’t, till now.

     Intelligence confirms this travesty, first and foremost, protects both those entrapped and those living free.   Yet, wisdom sheds tears that what is right, deeply, feels so wrong.   What can we, you and I, do about this?   Directly, nothing; but indirectly much, much more.  

     Do you know someone locked inside or locked outside a window?   Pray, this inauguration week, for them, instead of cursing those who don’t mirror your philosophy.   Extend a helping hand to those divided by a window instead of striking down those who sit across the aisle.

        Dissension is the shriek of hating, manmade warriors.   Unanimity in loving hurting mankind is the song of God made peacemakers.   It is our choice.   Will shrieks or songs script our words and ways this week?

     In gratitude, a million and one times this past year I’ve proclaimed God’s hands are carrying me and mine.   And, oh so true this is!!!   However, all my faithful shouts regarding God’s hands led to silent whispers awakening me, also, to the presence and power of God’s heart. 

     In truth, God’s hands don’t carry us because they are strong.   God’s hands carry us because His HEART loves us.   Pondering this thought opened my soul to deep awareness that while God’s power is exhibited in His hands, it is born in His HEART.   Simply spoken, God doesn’t carry us because He is strong.   God carries us because He loves us.   Maybe, it’s time for the scale of my being to stop, inadvertently, calculating God in power mode and start, consciously, measuring God in love.

     Unquestionably, God is powerful enough to carry each, and all, of us (individually or collectively) through every single one of our many trials and tribulations.   All Christians know and believe this as both Biblical truth and experienced fact.   Haven’t ever met a Christian who can’t testify to a time when God’s hands were all they had to cling to and that God’s hands were, indeed, enough to carry and sustain them.   Still, I wonder if others, like me, saw God’s strength and power as the source of fuel behind God holding us in the palm of His hand, instead of God’s love as the catalyst.

     We short change God when we fail to understand all He does comes from His heart and not His brawn.   Prime example is God’s strength to let His Son die for our sins came not from His being supremely powerful but from His unsurpassable love –love for us, His sinful children.   Maybe, if we all began seeing Our Heavenly Father in the light of His HEART’s love powering the way to break through darkness, our land would begin to recognize enduring strength comes from open love-filled hearts, not the brute force of clenched fists. “Let all you do be done in love.” 1 Corinthians 16:14 (ESV)

The radio is humming with “Jesus, Come Quickly”. I’m relief laughing. The man singing “Jesus, Come Quickly” doesn’t currently resonate with me. Forget come quickly. The past two days (make that the last couple weeks) I’ve learned there’s no need for pleading “Jesus, Come Quickly”. HE’S ALREADY HERE!!! Seriously, maybe critical life moments are confirmation that God doesn’t have to arrive. He never left.
So, why do we commonly, and falsely, think we have to implore God to drop everything and come help us? He’s already holding us in the palm of His hand, way before we even sense the world’s about ready to drop out of our feeble hands.
Second thought for today is anyone who doubts God exists, here’s proof He does. Just follow any Christian going through trials and tribulations. No, the proof is not that God always gives us, Christians, our desired end result. The proof is found in that we GET THROUGH our trials and tribulations. This would be impossible if all we have is our own human strength. Our struggles would break us, instead of increasing our faith and trust.
Only God has the power to render us endurance when we are under attack. I, and you, sure can’t do this; but what we can do is, in revival spirit, give God the credit and glory for our survival. The best way to dry our battle tears is to cry out acknowledging God as the strength under our collapsing weakness and the breath of power that carries us through all gale force winds.
The world is pretty grim right now, and I know so many of you are hurting deeply. That feeling of being all by yourself, isolated and ready to break is overwhelming; but may I share one more contemplation. If you are a Christian, you are not in a bleak, dark corner — no matter how black the night seems. You are behind a peephole. Darkness might engulf you, but there’s always a peephole through which God’s light is shining before you and leading. Darkness can not devour you, if your life is nourished by even just a peephole of God’s light and love.
Like the door peephole of our worldly houses, to see the light beyond a closed exit, you need to stand directly behind (not above, below or beside) the portal through which cloudless vision is revealed. During your dark moments, where are you standing? If you can’t see God’s peephole of light, relocate your stance and substance. Then, anchor yourself behind the soul peephole of light that penetrates all darkness. “… when I sit in darkness the Lord shall be a light unto me.” Micah 7:8 (KJV)

     Maybe, one of the greatest lessons Christ taught us is, also, one of the most overlooked.   Not until this past week did I ever recognize a message clearly scripted in Christ’s life and death.   So, in both the attempt to become wiser myself and open a window for others, please, walk with me the path of deciphering BLAME.

     To the majority of us humans, when anything undesirable, negative or disastrous happens, the knee jerking BLAME game automatically begins.   Many blame others.   Some blame themselves.   Christ blamed no one – not even all of us sinners.

     Throughout His earthly life, and especially during His passion and crucifixion, Christ never spoke of blame.   His sole purposes was to do His father’s will and save the souls of us, His sinful, earthly brothers and sisters.   Jesus always reacted in love, never angry blame.

     Christ knew no blame and gave no blame.   So, why do we?   Once again, Satan take a bow.   Blame is of Satan.   Blame takes our focus off Christ’s way of living, and dying, and puts it smack-dab on sinful man’s failures.   Eventually, Satan gets many to go beyond the human realm of responsibility and blame God for all misfortunes and failures.   Bingo, Satan then scores big time.   The devil’s strategy turns us away from living like Christ by encouraging us to blame God for the evil Satan, himself, generates.

     Blame is tearing our society apart.   Instead of constructively rectifying wrong, the stalemate of throwing blame has totally stymied our ability to, like Christ, do our Father’s will.  

     For me, personally, this has been a challenging week of hard lesson learned.   However, my heart is grateful that God used it to enlighten me.   Hard times are not overcome through blame.   They are only surmounted in trying to reflect Christ by striving to trust and glorify God’s will and God’s way.  

     This past week, I’ve been wrapped in the present of spending time with my Grandbaby (his mommy and daddy, too) as we wait for the birth of his Little Sis.   Last Sunday, the temperature soared to seventy, so Zachariah “helped” his daddy trim the trees and prune the roses.   While Daddy burned the fallen branches, Little Man, his Mommy and Grammy walked the neighborhood.   Many homes we passed had their families spending the day similar to ours.   The aroma of fresh fires filled our path.   At the top of one street, a yard’s fire fragrance stopped us in our tracks.   Without a doubt, the family dwelling in that home was roasting hot dogs over the fire of their fallen branches!!!   Yep, that fire got our tummies hungry, but also, this Grammy’s soul a wondering.  

     Do the fires, the branches of our lives endure, just burn our hearts; or do they, also, bring nourishment to our souls?   Are the fires (trials and tribulations) which burn our lives meant to, exclusively, leave smoldering ashes in their ruin; or should they, inclusively, feed our hunger for God’s providence and nourish our faith and trust in Him?

     When our days and dreams seem up in flames, our focus, so often, is to automatically reach for a fire extinguisher.   Shouldn’t it be to instinctively grasp God’s promise?   “…when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.   For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.”  Isaiah 43: 2-3 (ESV)

     As humans, we wish our lives to escape all fires.   As children of God, we need to remember that God says, “when you walk through fire you shall not be burned”.   Short and simple, God doesn’t promise us escape from earthly fire, but rather, that we will not be burned and consumed by it.  

    While pondering the reality of God’s promise, my Grandbaby brought another smile to my face.   Zachariah is in awe of “red fire truck”.   With eager excitement, he stands by the window hoping “red fire truck” will pass by.   What about us?   In comparison, God should be our “red fire truck”.   With zeal, do we stand watching for God and believing He races to all life’s fires and is our saving force?

     Throughout the New Testament, Christ’s feats are documented and hailed – water changed to choice wine, scanty food to portions feeding masses, blind eyes to seeing vision, paralyzed to running free, dead bodies restored to breathing life, storm calmed to gentle breeze, etc., etc;, etc…   Who wouldn’t flock to a shepherd of these feats?   However, are these feats the greatest reason for magnetic draw to Christ; or should it be, not Christ’s feats but His feet?

     Christ’s feet – let’s walk through an analytical examination and evaluation.   The feet of Christ carried Him into the midst of needy masses.   He did not have to travel there, but the soles of His feet were centered in, and dedicated to, “soul”y walking with all in need.   Whenever surrounded by the down and out, Christ lifted them up and welcomed all into the foothold of membership in His Father’s family.   Was not this more lifesaving than wine, walking and windstorms?  

     The greatest shepherding of Christ’s feet was their journey up Mount Calvary to surrender in crucifixion so we, Christ’s flock, could be forgiven.   Nailed feet, not nailing many feats, mark Christ’s most significant gift and triumph.

          The worldly acclaim Christ for His feats, seeking their repeat.   Christ’s sheep, bound for heaven, give praise to their Shepherd for where His feet led them.    Nothing greater is there to ever seek.   Given once, it needs no repeating.   On every scale of measure, the defeat of all sin remains Christ’s most piercing footprint.

This is not the blog “I” expected to post today. Instead, I’m convinced it is the sharing “God” wants offered. it’s been one of those weeks where God takes all power and decisions out of my hands and, as needed, nudges me (more accurately, pulls and kicks me!!) to the path He desires me to blaze.

Honestly, I can almost hear God’s “uh hum”at this very moment. Shamefully, I have to admit, God had to work hard to pound His message into me this week. How did God secure His way over mine? Let me just say, the handwritten draft of my chosen blog for this week, as well as my computer, is 321 miles away and, therefore, completely out of my hands to either proof read or post.

It all began midweek when I texted Jane, a very dear friend who for many of my career years was not only my right hand but,also, my pointer finger to God’s will and way. My text to this earthly angel said, “unfortunately, the only way to confirm we have faith is to have it tested. However, not an easy thing to have happen.”

It’s true. The only way we can absolutely know our faith is genuine is to go through difficult, devastating and, sometimes, physically defeating trials and refuse to give up on God carrying us through and, ultimately, using all dire moments for good — ours, others and His. We solely confirm our faith is real when it is “soul”y all we have left to cling to; but grasping its source (God) is the lifeline to which we holdfast to survive today while hoping to thrive tomorrow.

Whenever we face a challenge, the devil likes to divert our focus from our faith to our fears. This is a pretty easy way for Satan to take us out of God’s hands and catch us in his snare. At our hardest moments, when we most doubt our strength to endure, is when we most need to look to faith for our answer, not our questions. Struggles certify our faith when we realize faith has to be blind to be real. Spiritual insight, not physical sight, is the substance of faith. When we firmly rely on faith, maybe, we can’t see how things are going to proceed; but we clearly perceive God will never recede from caring and carrying us.

Bottom line, are not our trials and tribulations the beginning of possessing a life of faith? Not that I wish myself, or anyone else, a life of storms; but no greater time than in the midst of a storm can a vessel (be it a ship or a child of God) rely on and prove the life saving, steadfast power of its anchor. As Christians, our anchor is God; and the rope by which we are attached to God, our anchor, is faith.

“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Hebrews 11:1 (KJV)