You try a different direction. Same thing. So you stop to assess the situation. Why can’t you move forward? A memory crosses your mind of the family dog chasing a squirrel, and it’s sudden comical stop as it reaches the end of its chain. You remember you laughed at the dog when he did that. A lot. Now you start to sympathize with the dog, and you are very glad the rope is around your waist instead of your neck.

Ok. What do you do now? Do you retrace your steps to try to untie the rope at the other end? If you do that the rope is still tied around your waist, and you would have to carry around the whole thing.

Do you try to untie the rope that’s around your waist? If you choose this method the rope is still anchored to something at the other end, but since it’s not tied to you anymore you just might be okay with that. You figure out how to untie the rope, let it fall to the ground, and move on.

Wait a minute. Is there a small chance you might get near this rope again? Do you want to risk getting tied up again? Or does this situation call for you to untie both ends, and throw away the rope altogether? Hmm…this just might be the better solution.

Now to figure out how to untie that unseen, emotionally restricting rope.

Shrouded in the ever present, heavy darkness she moved forward, no longer able to recall a day she didn’t feel the pain and anguish. She went for her daily walk hoping for a distraction yet again the questions and what ifs came…with no answer…with no peace.

It felt like a hand was squeezing her heart as she stopped to take a deep breath. Around her the shining sun reflected off of the fresh spring leaves which danced happily in the breeze under a clear blue sky. Joyous chatter filled the air from the nearby park as families gathered to enjoy the day. A brief longing to enjoy the day as well came to her, and just as quickly flitted away. The wall of despair and heartache surrounding her was inescapable. It was a part of her..waking…sleeping…a constant companion.

Head down she continued her walk, plodding along, no longer caring to escape the pain-filled darkness. There were no more tears to shed…no alternatives to turn to.

Turning a corner she lifted her eyes and then hesitated, her steps faltering. Something was different. Warily she looked around, but nothing stood out to her. This was the same street she walked everyday. Her circuit never changed yet a stillness was present that had not been there before.

Shaking her head she moved forward cautiously.

“Hello.” A voice pierced her surrounding darkness.

Stopping again she began to shake as the pain became oppressive. Struggling, she lifted her eyes to behold the man before her. Unable to look away, a light brighter than the sun shone forth from his eyes, blinding her. The pressure built inside, constricting all movement…all thought.

Tenderly he reached up and brushed the hair away from her forehead and spoke a word she thought she would never feel again, “Peace.”

Instantly the pain and darkness fled. Tears streaming down her face she breathed deeply, no longer constricted.

“Jesus,” she whispered.”I thought you were forever gone from me.”

“No, Beloved. I am always here.” Compassion radiated from his entire being. “I have a gift for you if you will receive it. It’s the gift of Grace.” A tender smile touched his face, and his eyes of love gleamed even brighter. “But to receive it fully you need to do something for me.”

“What is it?” she asked desperate to not have the darkness return.

He reached out his nail pierced hands to grasp hers.

“Give me your burden. Give me your pain. Put it where it belongs at the foot of the cross. I’ve already suffered for it, Beloved.” Cupping her face with both hands he continued, “Let it now be redeemed.”

A joy that she had never experienced before began to fill her. Reaching for his hands, she freely laughed as she gave away all that imprisoned her.

To grant [consolation and joy] to those who mourn in Zion–to give them an ornament (a garland or diadem) of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, the garment [expressive] of praise instead of a heavy, burdened, and failing spirit–that they may be called oaks of righteousness [lofty, strong, and magnificent, distinguished for uprightness, justice, and right standing with God], the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified. – Isaiah 61:3 AMP

I love those times when I too am reminded of the treasure I have in Jim. So now whoever reads this gets to put up with some of them.

Hmmm…the list can go on and on…the Lord has blessed me in deed.

Such a request from him is out of the ordinary these days so I usually need to evaluate what might be wrong. The past few days have had the obvious signs of a cold. Yet I wonder what else he might be feeling. Does he have a headache? Does his little body ache? Sore throat? At this point I can attempt to ask him, but what it really comes down to is me realizing the Lord knows all those things that concern me about my son being sick.

So Friday morning I’m holding Ahren, wondering my mommy concerns, not feeling well myself, when I start to think about the Lord knowing about it all. He knows exactly what’s wrong with Ahren, with me. Inside and out.

So why fret? Why worry? He knows every little bit of my life. Nothing is hidden. Nothing is outside of his notice. And He wants to know all those aspects of my life. Because He loves me.

Ok, so maybe this little reminder from the Lord might actually be a ‘hit over the head’ reminder. I hope I remember this during my next fret over something session.

Our inner selves wait [earnestly] for the Lord; He is our Help and our Shield. For in Him does our heart rejoice, because we have trusted (relied on and been confident) in His holy name. Let Your mercy and loving-kindness, O Lord, be upon us, in proportion to our waiting and hoping for You. – Psalm 33:20-22 AMP

Nelson's Complete Book of Bible Maps and Charts, 3rd Edition

Nelson’s Complete Book of Bible Maps and Charts, 3rd Edition is a welcome enhancement to my personal Bible study. The layout of the text along with the maps and charts keep the information clear and concise. There is a consistency of structure throughout while remaining flexible to include the necessary information of a particular book of the Bible.

For example, the section on Ruth gives the background of the story, discusses the theme of redemption, the role of Ruth as an ancestor of Jesus as well as other details. The charts included in this section help to give an in-depth view of this story, and the detailed map clearly highlights the probable path and distance traveled by Ruth and Naomi. In the section on Acts there are separate maps of the journeys taken by Philip, Peter and Paul, a chart of the sermons written in the book of Acts, and other pertinent information.

Plus, there is the added bonus of downloading for free all the maps and charts included in this book for your own personal study, group study, or presentation. That’s a really nice feature. Overall, I think this book is a good addition for gaining more understanding of the Bible, its people, and biblical times.