Storms

I awoke this morning with this simple thought on my heart “ as a child is, so does a child think ”. The carefree way of thinking and seeing through a child's eyes struck me, with memories of summer days where hot winds blew in, carrying raging thunderstorms. Sights, sounds and smells alive and embedded in the human soul, even in a child's wisdom she knows...WE MUST RUN FOR SHELTER!

It's been said “ a child just wants her basic needs met “. To be fed, warmed when cold, dry when wet, to be held close by her parents, protected and this is love shown to her. When the ugly came after me at the age of six years old, there was good already placed around me. My doting, praying Grandmother, my loving Aunts who in my poverty made me clothes to wear and the old lady next door with her Kool-Aid, cookies and Bible stories. These were some of the beauties, among my ashes.

My parents divorced when I was three years old. Then living with my mother upheavals and destructive storms rolled in, to devour the life of the little girl child. In the late 1960’s the phrase was “Free Love” and it was shouting in the streets of America. But I can say there’s nothing free about love. It’s sad how physical love between a man and a woman has been so skewed. When physical holy love in marriage was given to be enjoyed, while bringing new life into this world and here we see the Glory of God filling the Earth through children being born. Oh that we would see ourselves, through the eyes of God.

I think about this often like pulling a veil back. We see and know hurting people hurt others. I could go into the wretched details of my childhood abuses but I have since forgiven and released those who did me harm. But the memories we carry from those moments into our futures can do a real number on our hearts, how we look at ourselves and do life with others.

I look back at my own memories, these moments in my life that caused mountains to form and walls I built up for self protection. I felt so robbed all through my childhood, teen years and into my adulthood.

The truth hit me years back that I grew up in two realities. God was really with me and hell was after me. One where evil can consume men, to do such evil because of their own self abasement, pain and abuse or they are just obsessed with their own flesh, no matter the cost to another human soul.

The other reality is the greater of the two! God created this Earth and all that dwells in it and He has given all of mankind choices. He desires we choose real love. Sacrificial, get ourselves out of the way, pure love! But His love must be received first. No longer are we children but with childlike faith we draw near to this One!

The Light of the World, the One who exposes darkness, God in sinless flesh, Jesus the Christ!

Here..... I found shelter from the memories of the storms.