evieroo

When I was running yesterday, I thought about how God made this body.  There is a way that our body functions. It has weaknesses, emotions, desires and impulses. It was made with those. We eat the food we want to eat, we treat people how we want to treat them and we live the way we want to live. We go the way we think is right toward the destination we set up with the map we create. All of this is influenced by the media and our culture and the other voices in our ears. We’re slaves to our desires and our fears. The whole journey becomes all about what we want. But following what we want just follows the course of this physical body and sometimes, a lot of the time, what you want isn't what's good for you. Sometimes it feels like I’m   forcing a body that naturally depreciates in value to appreciate and I’m doing it my way. Im just a human and I’m living this life for the first time, how am I supposed to know what is good for me? I don’t. In God we have a stable f...

To love at all is to be vulnerable.  Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.  If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one,  not even an animal.  Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries;  avoid all entanglements.  Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.  But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change.  It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.  To love is to be vulnerable. - C.S.Lewis 

When his baby son was sick he lay on the ground, fasted and prayed But God was, as always, bound to have his way. He still wondered whether the Lord would be gracious,  For he’d followed him and fought his battles through the ages. Then his innocent baby son died,  to never again return to his side.  Then he washed and from the ground arose,  He ate food and changed his clothes,  And he went into the house of the Lord and worshipped. Through his sadness and hurt, Through the days of laying in the dirt, He went into the house of the Lord and worshipped. After all of the faithfulness of the Lord to him through his life, After his own manipulation and indiscretions with Uriah’s wife. He went into the house of the Lord and worshipped. This was, after all, the Lord he leaned on from before his birth,  The Loving father who’d always been kind and just, foremost and first. For the plans of a man’s heart are many...

Break our hearts and bring us down. If that's what it takes for us to look at you and see, There’s no point in our animosity. There’s no space for hatred. There’s no space for lies. There’s no space for judgement, jealousy and impatient sighs. Someone might die tomorrow. There’s no more time. Someone might die, someone who, yesterday, was fine. Help us to see each other the way you do. Help us to look beyond ourselves. Help us to remember the beautiful memories collecting dust on our shelves. Remind us t o love each other, as you have loved us. Remind us that we are one big family, That we need every organ to function, for through the blood of christ we are the body. - evieroo

The vine needs to suffer. Going down into this earth-fighting to survive among stones, among the lime rock-this is what gives it its from. Its taste. Its unique character. These grapes will create a wine few other vineyards can compare with not because their life was easy, but because they had to struggle to survive.  The vine  needs  to suffer? To be at its best, it needs to suffer, yes. And fight. I’m sorry for it, then. No creature should have to bear pain.  Pain is part of this life. No one can escape suffering. Not the vine, nor we humans, as you well know, my lady. But what if we are like the vine and that affliction only makes us better?  Consider, my lady, I’m the gardener and I know what the vine needs in order to thrive. You only see the stripping, but I cut the vine in order to restore it. I take away from it to enrich it. You hold in your hand a withering branch and that’s all you see now, but I know that I...

Over time we let the world make us less compassionate, more bitter. Going into the medical field it feels like an inevitable destination, not always the one we hope to reach and never the one we want to remain in. The bitterness that built up was an accumulation of several things, realisations that- Life isn’t fair. Good people get bad deals and bad people get good ones. Life, Love and Death don't discriminate between sinners and saints. They come for all of us. Everyone has some kind of suffering, some pain that no one else can do anything about. People aren't always as nice as you believe they should be. Sometimes "friends" aren't very friendly. Not everyone will like you. And the ones that do sometimes won’t as well. If you love people too much they can hurt you too much and it’s not always clear whether it’s worth it, even when you’ve been told it is.  You won’t always understand why. People enjoy labelling you because it helps them think they...

Proverbs 14:10 (KJV)  Although I’ve read proverbs before, the reason I looked into this passage today is because I came across it in The Pilgrim’s Progress. Christiana, her four boys and Mercy are going through the Shadow of Death with Great Heart as their guide when they quote this verse. Proverbs 14: 10  The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy. The writer of proverbs means those times when you feel like no one can understand the pain you are going through. Our hearts know their own bitterness but no person, no matter how intimate, no matter how close or like-minded they may be, can see into the depths of our heart. There are many dark corners, knees falling to the ground, heads bowed and tears shed that even our best friend does not know and may not ever understand. Although now it’s become clear that being vulnerable with others is vital to the human connection, I’ve also learnt that it’s ok...

A line of cold sweat ran down his face. The same idea was occurring to everyone on board. “We shall never get out, never get out. He’s steering us wrong. We’re going round and round in circles. We shall never get out.” Lucy leant her head on the edge and whispered, “Aslan, Aslan, if ever you loved us at all, send us help now.” The darkness did not grow any less, but she began to feel a little - a very, very little - better. “After all, nothing has really happened to us yet,” she thought. “Look!” There was a tiny speck of light ahead, and while they watched a broad beam of light fell from it upon the ship. It did not alter the surrounding darkness, but the whole ship was lit up as if by searchlight. Lucy looked along the beam and presently saw something in it. At first it looked like a cross and at last it was an albatross. It circled three times around the mast and then perched for an instant. It called out in a strong sweet voice what seemed to be words though no one unders...

Alan Kurdi, 3 year old Syrian boy. Home is where the heart is. Home is where you rest your head at night on a soft pillow, happy and warm. Home is where your family is, where you feel the most loved. We should feel safe at home, right? For a refugee the concept of home is lost. Home is where you rest your head -with chest constricting fear that you'll be waking up to shrapnel, again. The place where your family is - and could no longer be tomorrow. The place where any happiness you knew was taken away, shredded and used to stuff back into your throat until you choked on your own blood as your baby boy was pulled from the rubble and left in an ambulance, forgotten. He knows nothing except the torment the world has taught him, a home that doesn’t want him. The daily grind magnifies our personal issues and shrinks everyone else, pushes them into the periphery till you can justify your lack of concern. Sometimes it’s necessary to see, to really see, instead of just pass by ...