There are churning waves of fire in the deepest parts, angrily pushing upward to its freedom. It cannot be denied, nor can it be quenched. The eruption is dramatic, full of fury and power, and the sheer magnitude of its force is agonizingly beautiful, powerful...and dreadful.
The tulip root, having been secured in its depth, now pushes upward, producing a burst of color and delicacy in its petals, and the result is beautiful and calming, easy on the eyes.
Rumblings and rumors of war appear again on the horizon, this time with higher capacity to kill and destroy. Fear raises its head and bellows its power!
Political backlash and demoralizing chatter fill our ears and sight as all media are consumed with the power of influence. Our own leaders battle, and hateful division consumes social media. Misplaced power corrodes the simple but embellishes the wicked.
Hatred is powerful.
Hatred is fear.
And we, the children of God stand in the middle of chaos and why do we fear?
What if we stopped envisioning color, or lack thereof, but filled our sight with a valuable, lovable soul created and loved by the Lord? The power would then be God's.
What if we used reasoning, supported by love, to discuss calmly differences and beliefs? What if we honestly cared about others?
What if we loved like God loves?
Oh, then the Power would be in me!
The tulip root, having been secured in its depth, now pushes upward, producing a burst of color and delicacy in its petals, and the result is beautiful and calming, easy on the eyes.
Two forces, two results, and the mystery of both are equal but with opposite influence...one producing fear and the other peace.
Rumblings and rumors of war appear again on the horizon, this time with higher capacity to kill and destroy. Fear raises its head and bellows its power!
Political backlash and demoralizing chatter fill our ears and sight as all media are consumed with the power of influence. Our own leaders battle, and hateful division consumes social media. Misplaced power corrodes the simple but embellishes the wicked.
"It brings out the untraveled circumstances which no one has experienced before and no one knows the outcome." ~ T. BrewerThe divide among races seem to loom large again, the breach wider and just as painful, just as ugly. The power of injustice wields a flogging that reaches beyond the victim, eventually bringing the inequity home.
Hatred is powerful.
Hatred is fear.
And we, the children of God stand in the middle of chaos and why do we fear?
What if we stopped envisioning color, or lack thereof, but filled our sight with a valuable, lovable soul created and loved by the Lord? The power would then be God's.
What if we used reasoning, supported by love, to discuss calmly differences and beliefs? What if we honestly cared about others?
Have nothing to do with foolish, ignorant controversies; you know that they breed quarrels. And the Lord's servant must not be quarrelsome but kind to everyone, able to teach, patiently enduring evil, correcting his opponents with gentleness. God may perhaps grant them repentance leading to a knowledge of the truth and they may come to their senses and escape from the snare of the devil, after being captured by him to do his will. ~ 2 Cor. 2:23-26What if we lived and spoke what we believe, with faith strong and secure, loving our neighbor as ourselves, letting the Word be our whole being, our ultimate power?
What if we loved like God loves?
Oh, then the Power would be in me!
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