Always Speak Life

Millie

Her name was Millie. She became my friend when I was thirty-one and she was seventy-two. Our family had just moved to Greenville in the mountains. My third child was two months old, the older children were two and four. It was fall, and cold was setting in. She and her husband were my neighbors, two houses down. The house we’d rented was inadequate for keeping out the cold. She brought over a stack of blankets. We hung one blanket over the sliding glass door as a barrier to the cold. Millie was lovely in every way. She treated our kids to cookies and hot cocoa. She was someone for me to talk to.

Seven Months Later

Millie and Les moved to Chico the same day as my family moved me back to Chico. My husband had just left us out of the blue, with no clue as to his whereabouts. I was a mess. Millie listened. I heard from my husband after four months and when after two more months, I took him back, she cautioned me in a direct, wise, and kind way. I didn’t always heed her advice, but I knew she would not reject me. She stood by me through many years of struggle.

Speaking Life

Millie spoke life to me. She spoke truth to me. She was love to me. I could tell her my troubles, and she didn’t judge me. I told her raw things I was uncomfortable telling my family. She’d been through hard things, as an Okie, the oldest child of several children. Her youngest sister who was twenty years younger than her, she had practically raised. She’d left Oklahoma with her family, and worked in the fields for many months until they made it to California. Her first marriage failed due to his infidelity. Her second husband was a keeper. They met on the dance floor. Les and Millie soon married and set up housekeeping in Berkley where she was a printer and he an interior decorator.

Millie adopted my little family. I soon realized we were not the only ones she had adopted. She loved young people and put into their lives. She had loyal friends of all ages. Her church people loved her too. Millie had learned the secret to life. She loved well. The interesting thing, though, she was a strong woman who didn’t mind saying what she thought.

Les and Millie

As I was writing this post and thinking about its content, immediately Millie came to mind. She lived what I am writing about. Her life was open, honest, affirming, and loving. That affirming quality drew people to her everywhere she went. We all loved her because she loved us. She was like another mother to me. Millie was the genuine article. I lost a true friend when she passed on.

The Reason

What sort of message are we giving off by way of our body language, facial expressions, words, and demeanor? Are we self-aware? Is Christ evident in our reactions? Are we sour and annoyed or content and at peace most of the time. How can we instill positive qualities in ourselves?

There are many answers to these questions and I don’t have all the answers. But I do know that it helps to self-reflect. It helps to go ‘further still’ in our spiritual life. It helps to be self-aware. It helps to forgive others. It helps to reach forward. It helps to heal from what’s hurt us. Most of all, it helps to ask God to grow us and embrace Him in the process. He is the reason.

You Can Do It

Did you know that we can speak life to people we meet? It comes down to our attitude, focus, and bearing. I believe the more we embrace the Father’s love, the more capable we become of living in His great love. We center ourselves in Him as much as we are able, and then He helps Himself to our life to make it pure, holy and loving. Surrendering our will to God’s will makes a huge difference in how we live each day.

We can control most things, even when we’re agitated or elated. In addition, we have a spiritual resource that is ALWAYS available to us. Father, Son, and Spirit are here to help us. Jesus’ life flows through our lives. We can allow Him access, even when we don’t feel like it. He speaks truth to us in our spirit. Our soul is then refreshed.

Speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ.

Ephesians 4:19

You may be at the beginning of your healing journey. Nevertheless, you’re in the game of life. As God renews, heals, transforms, and changes you, something miraculous simultaneously is being released in you. You will know God better, you will have a greater capacity for God-enabled love, joy, and peace.

The Spirit of God at times will overwhelm your spirit as your soul repairs and experiences renewed life. One of the joys of living in the Spirit is an outlook based in grace. This outlook is a deep graciousness that we didn’t manufacture, but God did. People like Millie don’t just happen, they’re nurtured in the Beloved. They live life with purpose. It is natural for them to bless others–for the life of the soul comes from the heart.

May the words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.

Psalm 19:14

Spirit or Flesh?

At any given moment, we are either living out of the flesh or in the Spirit. I’m sorry, but you can’t do both at the same time. I’m not talking about salvation or the Spirit’s work in our lives. I am talking about yielding our lives to God and letting His Spirit direct our path throughout our days.

It’s either this? Open to the flesh.

Or this? Open to the Spirit.

We are either opening the door to the flesh or to the Spirit. When we live in the Spirit then we can speak life to all we meet. We’ll still get bogged down and fail and be disappointed. But we get up, and we choose how we will live, regardless of the other stuff in our life.

Speak life with a smile and comforting word by being direct and kind.

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I wish you well on your spiritual journey.

The Note Said, “From An Old Friend”

The other day when I came out of Walgreens I noticed a note on my car underneath its windshield wiper blades. The note said,

Hi Norma,

From an old Friend.

(Smiley Face)

I was mystified. I hadn’t seen anybody. I studied the letters in the note, trying to figure out the writer of the note by the way the letters were formed. The writing looked like a friend’s writing, but she lives over in Clear Lake, almost three hours away. I guess I won’t know who it was that wrote it unless he or she reads this post!

But I’m glad they left a note. At least it engaged me in life for a moment.

Count your many blessings–

Blessings come throughout the day. We see them when we look for them. Count your many blessings is good way to live life. Look up. Today is a beautiful day. That’s one blessing.

Blessings are like gifts that give to us. Many blessings are unnoticed in the daily grind, but the blessings are there regardless of the attention we give them. Blessings are in the little (and big) graces.

Can’t sleep at night? Begin counting the good things from the day. Was it a word, smile, donut, or a gourmet coffee? Did a person help you or smile at you? Did you see a crimson rose? What was it that someone said to you?

I couldn’t figure out who sent me the bouquet–

Soon after my divorce a bouquet was delivered to my house but there was no indication of who had sent it. I enjoyed the spring arrangement, but I couldn’t figure out who was its sender. It was a mystery. A couple of years later a male friend acknowledged that he’d sent the mysterious bouquet to cheer me up. I never would have guessed in a million years that he was the sender.

People love us; that counts. Food is in the pantry; that counts. We have clothes and shoes to wear; that counts. God loves us; that counts. We learn something new; that counts, too. Blessings are all around us, even when we are feeling down, troubled, or anxious.

I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.”

Helen Keller

Helen Keller had a reason for grumbling. Instead, she chose to embrace what she possessed. Although both blind and deaf, she had an eager, keen mind. After she made sense of her world through her teacher, she lived a full life of discovery and knowledge. She taught the world how to not feel sorry for itself. She quoted, “I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.” She understood the essence of living without pity, without pitying your circumstances or self. She recognized what she possessed and considered it enough.

We discover a hidden blessedness in blessings. A cup of tea is a blessing. A hug from a friend is a blessing. A comforting thought is a blessing. An unexpected gift is a blessing. A piece of fudge is a blessing. Shelter, food, and clothing, the bare essentials for living, are blessings. We should give thanks to God for blessings that we tend to take for granted.

Blessings may seem small when we live in dangerous places or in trying circumstances. God’s the Keeper. He cares. God says that He sends rain on the just and unjust. He sends sunshine to all of us. Sunshine radiates blessings. When the sunshine seems hidden behind the cloud, we still learn, grown, and change through the trouble. We learn to trust and depend on God to meet us in every trial that comes our way; and that’s not so bad.

A close relative of mine has spent most of last year dealing with an aggressive form of breast cancer. The medical treatment has drained her, and it’s been challenging. But every time I talk to her she shares what God is teaching her. He’s given her verses to cling to, that encourage her on this cancer journey. Her spirit is strengthened by attending to what God has for her. She is more alive in her spirit through the Spirit’s enlivening.

On this New Year’s day, I encourage you to be blessed by your blessings. Your blessings will cheer you up. You will be ready to start the new year afresh. Those of us dealing with something difficult can say that we are blessed even by the circumstance of our trial. God brings good out of the difficult, as only He can.

Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your blessings, see what God hath done;
Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your many blessings, see what God hath done.

Johnson Oatman, 1897

Yesterday I was with my sister’s family. Her grandchildren were also present. I was blessed by their presence. Children are one of the blessings from God. The littlest one is under a year. He is a keeper; so sweet you can’t quite get enough of the sweetness. I was blessed and cheered (and I needed some cheering up).

Love to you all. I am thankful for you and your friendship. Keep smiling and count your blessings. (I’m listening to the neighborhood firecrackers as I write this.)

Have a blessed New Year!

Name a blessing that you are thankful for in the comments, and bless us one and all. . .