“In these times I don’t, in a manner of speaking, know what I want;
perhaps I don’t want what I know and want what I don’t know.”
― Marsilio Ficino
(a small creek in the middle of nowhere LaGrange, Ga / Julie Cook / 2013)
The other evening I heard a really interesting observation…
with wording basically to the following effect….
“the demise of a nation begins when that nation begins to doubt itself”…
If you were ever a kid, let alone an adult for that matter,
out in the woods enjoying a hike, and you came across an old tree that had
fallen across a stream…
a stream that you were somehow going to have to get across…
chances are you had no other choice but to balance your way across the stream on
this fallen tree.
And yet chances are that if you stopped long enough, at the base of this fallen
tree, just as you were about to wobbly balance your way across,
you probably found yourself backing down as you were now full of trepidation
verses the moment’s prior determination of crossing.
Questions of safety, feasibility, accuracy, confidence now playing a dangerous
internal game of ‘can you or can’t you…’
Is the tree study?
Is there anything to hold on to?
How will I carry my stuff across with me?
Can I ‘one foot over one foot’ edge myself to the other side without falling off?
Is it too dangerous if I do fall?
What if I get dizzy?
Can I really balance all that well?
Finally…this self on self, back and forth conversation comes down to the
‘I simply can’t do this’….
However, on the other hand….
there’s a better chance that if you had not hesitated, and were most confidant now doing
what other’s had done before you, each with safe success…
powering your way on and over without looking down and considering the worst—
you went about your merry way without another thought while
happily on the other side.
But if you did stop, pondering and weighing your options,
you most likely had to find another crossing or simply returned from
whence you came.
Doubt has a powerful way of stoping us dead in our tracks and often getting us into
more trouble than when we fist happened upon the very situation we’re
currently now finding ourselves doubting.
So as we now observe the dangerous path most in our Nation seem to prefer that we
as this Nation journey…
one of doubt, second guessing, self denouncing, self loathing, and misguided action…
have we simply stopped at the fallen tree, afraid now to cross the steam,
more than hesitant and almost apologetic about going forward along our merry way…
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.
Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord, and turn away from evil.
It will be healing to your flesh and refreshment to your bones.
James 1:6 “But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind.” We are on a collision course the minute we lose our faith. Only God can give us this strength. Only God can lead us out of temptation. Only God can save our country.
While agreeing with you both, at my age I would never even consider trying to walk across a stream on a fallen stream without guardrails to hang on to, unless I wanted to get wet. In that case, I would just gingerly wade across.
And with Kathy bringing all these drinks– we’d be up to our necks for certain in the water!
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Thank you my glowing friend 🙂
😄😄 my summer glowing is in full swing 😍😍
like a moth to a candle, or a flood light, or a street light….. 🙂
Yeppers, I think we all may be snake bit and stunned by whats happened since last November, and so no one knows what to do. 🙂 ❤
Practice balancing– I’m on one foot as I type 🤡🤗
Oh my balance has been off for some time physically, but my emotional balance is hanging in there. 🙂 🙂 🙂
If my leader crosses that tree and says follow me, the chances are greater that I will try it. I’m not much at being the leader
Confidence is a strange animal. It can be like a flying squirrel peering out of birdhouse. You may see its big eyes for a little while.
To be truly confident, it matters where we rest our faith. The object or the person upon which we rest our faith has to be worthy.
An old, dead tree? No. Who knows how rotten it may be?
A pile of money? No. If nothing else, we would spend it all soon enough. Then what would we have?
Another human being? No. Our government? A pile of human beings? A silly idea taken to its logical extreme.
Our self? How can we not know our own capacity for failure? Our own pride blinds us? It would seem so.
Only God deserves our faith. He created us. He loves us. He is perfect and will not fail us. Yet our faith too is so imperfect. Therefore, with His help we must strive build our faith, to turn from idols of our own making and rely upon our Maker.
I suppose this is what we call sanctification.
And what a lesson based on a tiny flying squirrel ☺️