My rope is Jesus, my circle of souls who love Jesus. I am holding on to a strand of the rope while my friends hold me up
This political nightmare we have all been going through has pushed the envelope for me. I couldn't survive without Jesus and the rare community He has given me
It is interesting to me to think about moving in deep snow. The kind that takes your breath away with every step and feels as if you are pushing against immovable mounds of snow. Ones where when you stop to take a rest, you just lean against the snow behind you and it props you up.
I think I can feel the need for a rope. Throughout my life, I have often tried to walk without a rope or for the thrill of it with the rope, just out of grasp and then quickly running back to it, knowing that I was lost just for a moment. But every moment off the rope, I noticed I lost a bit more of my soul. There is some part of a heart that allows the world to tell it that the rope won’t be enough. That is where many of my journeys have led me over a lifetime of stumbling.
And in being vulnerable, the rope is changed many times in my life. My spouse, my kids, my larger family, my work, the craving for others to validate me. … those have all been my rope at different times.
It is only now that I am coming to realize that my rope actually is a piece that extends deep in my soul and creates a connection of the barn, or the wildness of life back to the root of my life or my home.
My my home is that place with a wonderful large fireplace and loved ones surrounding me from my wife to my children to my grandchildren. Yet none of those are my rope. And none of those are my peace.
My peace is being found in the faith of Christ, so as to tackle the blizzards of this life. It actually is rooted deep in biblical truth, but so far away from religion. So every day, I am watching this cord being spun in front of me giving me the ability to take one more step towards that home.
So off of my quest to see what tomorrow holds as this peaceful rope continues to expand before me towards my home.
I loved reading this. Like having coffee. Listening to you. Thank you. I like the way you’re describing your rope. It was good to hold the rope together n those days of blizzard . Missing you in the 3C Group! Try in December.
My rope -- God Himself and a few friends that are helping me stay grounded while I recover from heart surgery. Been a rough time, but God has provided every need. He is my rope. Steve, the River still flows. God bless you.
DJ I am so so glad to hear from you. I’m delighted to hear of your good progress . Yes, the river f no agenda is flowing here as well. I am learning to not block the flow. God bless you!
What a wonderful analogy and I can definitely relate! Feeling lost in whatever your or my "storm" may look like ... blizzard, torrential rain, fog, etc. ... feelings of isolation, fear, dread, despair. So many forms of storms that have separated us as a Community or even worse, from ourselves. My "rope" has been and always will be trusting in my Lord Jesus ... knowing that He's got me! Also, staying grounded in my most precious relationships, my husband and my children. Whatever our "rope" may be, we can always find our way home and back into the arms of loved ones, friends, and Community. Finding our sense of hope, trust, security, and peace. All the comforts of HOME 🏡
My rope is Jesus, my circle of souls who love Jesus. I am holding on to a strand of the rope while my friends hold me up
This political nightmare we have all been going through has pushed the envelope for me. I couldn't survive without Jesus and the rare community He has given me
It is interesting to me to think about moving in deep snow. The kind that takes your breath away with every step and feels as if you are pushing against immovable mounds of snow. Ones where when you stop to take a rest, you just lean against the snow behind you and it props you up.
I think I can feel the need for a rope. Throughout my life, I have often tried to walk without a rope or for the thrill of it with the rope, just out of grasp and then quickly running back to it, knowing that I was lost just for a moment. But every moment off the rope, I noticed I lost a bit more of my soul. There is some part of a heart that allows the world to tell it that the rope won’t be enough. That is where many of my journeys have led me over a lifetime of stumbling.
And in being vulnerable, the rope is changed many times in my life. My spouse, my kids, my larger family, my work, the craving for others to validate me. … those have all been my rope at different times.
It is only now that I am coming to realize that my rope actually is a piece that extends deep in my soul and creates a connection of the barn, or the wildness of life back to the root of my life or my home.
My my home is that place with a wonderful large fireplace and loved ones surrounding me from my wife to my children to my grandchildren. Yet none of those are my rope. And none of those are my peace.
My peace is being found in the faith of Christ, so as to tackle the blizzards of this life. It actually is rooted deep in biblical truth, but so far away from religion. So every day, I am watching this cord being spun in front of me giving me the ability to take one more step towards that home.
So off of my quest to see what tomorrow holds as this peaceful rope continues to expand before me towards my home.
I loved reading this. Like having coffee. Listening to you. Thank you. I like the way you’re describing your rope. It was good to hold the rope together n those days of blizzard . Missing you in the 3C Group! Try in December.
I will be there! What truly great days they were. So large a storm but such good companionship.
My rope -- God Himself and a few friends that are helping me stay grounded while I recover from heart surgery. Been a rough time, but God has provided every need. He is my rope. Steve, the River still flows. God bless you.
DJ I am so so glad to hear from you. I’m delighted to hear of your good progress . Yes, the river f no agenda is flowing here as well. I am learning to not block the flow. God bless you!
What a wonderful analogy and I can definitely relate! Feeling lost in whatever your or my "storm" may look like ... blizzard, torrential rain, fog, etc. ... feelings of isolation, fear, dread, despair. So many forms of storms that have separated us as a Community or even worse, from ourselves. My "rope" has been and always will be trusting in my Lord Jesus ... knowing that He's got me! Also, staying grounded in my most precious relationships, my husband and my children. Whatever our "rope" may be, we can always find our way home and back into the arms of loved ones, friends, and Community. Finding our sense of hope, trust, security, and peace. All the comforts of HOME 🏡
Metaphors like the rope and the storm invite us to use the right brain and see with the heart. Thanks for your good words!