Silence Isn't Always Golden

I have not written on my site for a while because I have so many things running through my heart and mind.
What I do know is that silence is not always golden. God put us with people so that we can converse with one another, love one another, care and pray for each other. But when we get silent, the negative side of us comes out. We begin to worry, stress, become anxious, fearful, and side with the spirit of torment.
I've heard that silence is a form of rejection, but is it really?  I think of silence as a positive thing too.  I would rather be silent and bite my tongue than spew off at my mouth and say something that I will regret later.

I hope that if you are going through a struggle of some kind; talk it out with someone close to you.

Don't keep things bottled up inside and make yourself a personal prison; it won't help you to feel good.

God put people in our lives so that we can edify one another and not break us apart. Like I recently told a friend of mine, if you are in the negative ways of thinking, get a foam bat from the Dollar Tree, bring it home and beat your bed until you cry. Trust me, you will feel better after a good hard swing or 50.

Whatever you do, don't keep silent; it can put your body into a twist that even a pretzel can't get out of.

~Be encouraged, I've beat a bed or two in my time too. It works if you work it.

Waste Not Want Not

During lunch, I opened a can of soup, poured it into the bowl and then heated it up. After two bites, I realized I didn't want it.  I could hear my mother's voice inside my head; "You better eat that, people in
(Name a place) would love to eat that."
The place she would mention ended up being a third world country such as Ethiopia and Africa. I wondered today why the children down the street, the neighbor behind us, or the couple next door were never mentioned in the scenario. 
Perhaps it is the times we are living in today.  I don't know, but I truly wondered why we, my family, my church, or youth group never went out into the community to help our needy neighbors, our brokenhearted elders, or our homeless even if it was to feed them one meal. I may never know.

For me, I have a burning passion to help those that are less fortunate than I am. I use to believe that I could handle life on my own, I had the answers, I can make a way when there was no way, but then it really went sour in my life. I was spiraling down and quick. The boat was sinking and my kids were going down with me. But then, in my complete emptiness, I stood up and said okay Lord, it's just me and you.
It was then that life went downhill some more, but it was because I had to work my way up with God's help and not on my own. I was helpless, but not hopeless.

It is the same for our neighbors today. They are broken and helpless, but not hopeless and unworthy. I look forward to getting my hands dirty. I look forward to making a difference in someone's life with a hug when they don't smell sweet, shake a hand that is dirty, and showing them the love of Christ that has been upon them their whole life. Sure, I won't be able to help save everyone, but Jesus couldn't save everyone either and He was the one who walked through the fire. I will do my best no matter what.  

We are to "love on everyone," as my husband says. We have so much stuff in our homes that we don't know what to do with it sometimes. Other people are wishing they had a home to put stuff.  On Saturday mornings you can ride all over town and not have a difficult time finding a yard sale. We want the dollar for the item we bought so we can be blessed. I have found the more I give away from my house, the more I blessed any ways. My best regards to those of my friends and family that have yard sales, I truly do hope you are blessed. Until I have enough energy to sell my stuff, I will give it away. I don't want to waste it; I just don't want it.

~Be encouraged. We are to be a light in this dark world and people; it is truly dark out there.
Make sure not to waste what you do not want.