We all need rest but find little time to pursue it!
It seems beyond our grasp with the demands of our daily challenges, our cares and concerns to live in a world beyond our existence!
An ancient tradition from long ago was given, that the land may rest every seventh year, called a – Sabbatical Rest! Like the weekly Sabbath set aside for all to rest – a reminder of our dependence on God for all of our provisions!
The Book of Leviticus Chapter 25:4 The Book of Genesis Chapter 2:2-3
It is often hard to know what to say to someone that has lost a loved one to suicide – and also to someone who has attempted, but not completed it!
Reflections on Grief and Compassion for this devastating loss
‘Beyond Blue‘ * is an organization specializing in mental health issues and offers support regarding suicide prevention services
After my lose of a loved one to suicide I knew others meant well and cared, but had a lack of words to express their sympathy. Sometimes just to allow a person to be present and still with your grief is all that is needed!
My loss came shortly after I had made a life changing move to reach out furthering my goals in life. I was turned upside-down and found myself suddenly going in a different direction. I suffered blame for having done this – if only I hadn’t left the situation and been present to help him, it would have been alright. I had to move to a different location to seek resources to support me in this loss. There are many resources available just a few of many listed below –
Find A Support Group
988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline 800/273-(talk)-8255
The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention Lists US and International Support Groups as a public service
*Beyond Blue – After a suicide loss providing information to help manage grief and ways to support someone
May each person dealing with this loss find compassion and understanding
TEN GIFTS – spoken in the beginning of time – from The Creator of LIGHT and LIFE!
May we reflect on our lives as well –
“For every good gift and every perfect gift is from above. . . from the Father of lights in whom there is neither shadow nor turning” *
It is not too late to look within, to do what we have feared, but where to begin is the question Darkness is no darkness to Him as we summon the world to remember our things said and unsaid leaving us despondent But don’t give up – remember The One who created our world speaks light to a troubled mind!
Familiar with the desert and its harsh existence burning sand and wind-worn hills scavengers consuming the very existence giving little hope of a fertile land –
When an unexpected hand reached down, a clearer picture was seen with running streams and fruitful plains! A rich banquet had been prepared with enough to spare!
Sitting on a bench reflecting on her life, there is a longing in her heart why had not her formative years been spared?
But the promise rang true “The years the locust have eaten have not been wasted they will be restored” ** The bumps and ridges of dry desert sand truly had become bridges to a better land!
A Metaphoric Reflection
Her humble house stood in array The kitchen table with empty chairs is saddened, in the cupboards are antagonists chewing
Lowly locusts with their flatulent bellies and bulging eyes inch their way through grubby cabinets . . . a cry is heard as smoke comes through the door It is sad, this house is now ashes but it has to be
The scavengers of earth must bow in solemnity to the sacred word
The cabinets are no longer stirring gnawing has ceased as the locusts retreat
This girl of dust is no longer a wanderlust Her house has become a home glowing within, she would like to invite all to come and eat, there is plenty of room at the table A table draped in white linen, bread and drink fully given, candlelight reflecting the faces of those no longer hidden!
These are selected verses from my book “The Wanderlust”
IN life’s deepest sorrow when it seems the pain is too much to bear, the scrapes and bruises and festering wounds, leave a vessel marred until there is no place to go, but back to the Potter’s wheel from which we were made!
Of colored earth, a vessel was made, a piece of clay formed at the potter’s wheel, baking perfect and good.
Taking His paddle with a scoop of earth, tempering on the spinning wheel, the rotating force makes me dizzy with its busy motion. The knife of the potter scrapes the unneeded clay, baking again and sealed once more, a new vessel in the hand of the potter!
Dark and dreary as a December morning as if flakes of snow are about to fall but in mid September the threat of ashes spew from the sky. The air subjected to smoke and toxic fumes from raging fires.
From the four corners of the earth, a planet in cosmic waste – as if A Requiem of Remembrance is said for a world lost to death!
Coming from the sea of an interior womb of this earth’s unstable waters of fertility A sea room floating in ambience in a fetal position, unaware
The sad seagulls cry searching for a meal turtles, eels, colorful starfish all going about their activity, life screams in the sea encompassed in a grey bowl of captivity There is a feud in the great surge of the waves the fragility of the earth is in compromise
The force of the currents carry to shore chemicals clash vapors pass, tears fall upon ashes turning to stone
Earth is a shell waiting to be filled crushed from the impact of warring swells its tongue muted its eyes scaled ears stung with deafening tones
From the abundance of its waves from crest to crest and ever presseing on to find sweetness of waters What is its destination? It has taken a rest in a sepulcher of death!
A Requiem is said!
Choirs sing in lamentations words expressing grief for a world taken by the thief succumbed in silence in an allegorical dream The earth lays in a coffin – Forgotten!
Chanters pressed together in black disguise leather sandals ready for the battle ringing of censors chanting their venomous songs
“Who will win this battle of death?” “Who will prevail?” Angels answer! “Jesus, He is victor over death” “Victory is won! Oh death where is your sting? Salvation He brings!”
Earth’s chanters lift their voices in unison marching against the curse of the dying and dead A Requiem of Life now Sung and “Amen” is said!