File That Away, Will You?

There are days when it seems as if my head is filled with at least 10, if not more, huge filing cabinets. Each cabinet is packed solid with the happenings of my life. From the very important, to the slightly, or barely noticeable. But all needing some sort of attention.

It's not that my life is so full I can't manage it. On the contrary. I have more idle time now than I can ever remember in my lifetime (and therein may lie the problem). So what seems to be the issue, Mary? Ya got me! There are just days that I need to ramble on, jumping from one rabbit trail onto another, because that's just how it works...ya know? Something will grab my attention and my imagination takes over, knowing for sure that the words spoken to me really meant something so much bigger. So much more damaging than what was actually said. I suppose you could say I spend time "reading between the lines."

My world seems to have shrunk. Go figure...

It feels a bit confining, at times. Yet the world is so huge. Where did the knowledge of "I can fly" go to? What happened to the knowledge that "I can do anything I put my mind to?" Well, that last thing isn't completely gone...but it has shrunk considerably. And I hate that I'm revealing all this to any that take the time to read it. But, if I'm correct, I think most individuals experience this type of confinement at some point in their lives. Simply, if for no other reason, because God is desiring a get together with us. Maybe we've just not taken much of our time to consult...to visit, with Him.    

I have so very much to be grateful for. The most recent has entered our world by way of our first grand-child. What a treasure she is. She has put a smile on my face that makes it hurt. Simply because those smile muscles work over-time when she's around. So many blessings that come from having family...and yet my world seems so small. I don't think it's the result of moving away from a place where everybody knows my name (like the Cheers theme song states), where most were glad that I was there (I think *wink *wink), to a place where few know my name. Nor do I think it comes from attending a huge church where one can become lost in the sea of people that attend. To be clear, the masses don't affect my Dennis. He puts himself out there. He connects. I withdraw. When that started, I'm not sure. Well, maybe I do know...but that's for another blog entry.

Could it be that God is wanting to reveal a truth to me that I need to know? Or at least be reminded of? How might one see reality? How might one see beyond the visible and the audible? Not the reality we think is real. The reality that one gets a glimpse of only occasionally. The reality that causes scales to fall from eyes; that entices one to look deeply through the fog-like atmosphere of the heart. The unseen. The faint glimpses of something much bigger than the small realm lived in. The hidden things of the heart. THAT reality!

I think it's time to re-visit the allegory of Hinds Feet on High Places, and Walking Among the Unseen, where Much Afraid was given an invitation to the high places. Yes. That's it. I need to climb the heights of love, joy, and peace...once again. Inspiration for the here and now.

I will keep you posted on this journey I'm about to take...here, in Mary's World.