Terribulence

On a flight to Vegas. Pilot comes on over the p.a. in a barely there, muffled voice to let us know to buckle up because it’s gonna get a little bumpy for the next 10 minutes or so.

“Please fasten your seat belts and remain seated until the fasten seatbelt sign is turned off.”

The other passengers barely lift their heads in recognition of the all too familiar announcement; instead they, and by they I mean we, grunt and frown because the in-flight movie is paused until he is done speaking.

…….

How ungrateful of us…

If only life offered us this same luxury. A little heads up before the storm; a chance to buckle up and ride it out calmly.

Nope.

Doesn’t work that way.

Life gives no warning about the troubles that will cross our paths. We seemingly pilot ourselves; mark our own trajectory; and often take wrong turns.

Sometimes, you hit a slump, bad patch of turbulence, air pocket flips your shit upside down. Suddenly, alarms start going off, and you are nosediving out of control.

And suddenly, every movie with an emergency landing scene flashes before your eyes, and you start yelling “Pull Up! Pull Up!”

……

As it turns out the next 10 minutes aren’t even that bad. We assume the pilot overreacted with his warning; what we don’t know is all the adjustments to the gauges and flight patterns that were made, post warning, so that we could navigate more safely.

Oftentimes, life gets you down and things seem out of control, YOUR control. When you’ve exhausted all your options and made every effort… you just have to buckle up, have faith, and ride it out.

You may not know what’s going on behind the scenes, or perhaps not even like the final outcome, but you’ll find that you can pull through.

Wether you pray to God for help, or ask friends and family for help, or seek professional help.

Whatever problems you are facing, try to keep a positive mindset and have faith. You CAN get through.

Below is one of my favorite poems. There are varying versions, but regardless, I find it pretty motivational.

It is an excellent REMINDER of Who is in control.

——

“Footprints in the Sand” by Mary Stevenson

One night I had a dream–

I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord
and across the sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints,
one belonged to me and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that many times along the path of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times in my life.

This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it.

“Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you would walk with me all the way,
but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life
there is only one set of footprints.

I don’t understand why in times when I needed you most,
you should leave me.”

The Lord replied, “My precious, precious child,
I love you and I would never, never leave you
during your times of trial and suffering.

When you saw only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you.”

“Perfectly Inconsistent”

Do you know any “perfect” Christians? 

Me neither!

I’m not perfect, but rather often inconsistent. Does that mean I should just give up, and not pray anymore? Or just stop talking about God or giving His advice because people will question me and my level of “Christianity”?
Why? Because I make mistakes, because I curse and make jokes or poke fun when I shouldn’t; because I get angry or jealous or impatient at times.
The point is just that, we aren’t perfect. And thank God! Or he should thank us, ’cause otherwise he’d be pretty bored up there! 

J/K @TheBigGuy

I’m joking of course! O_o 

We have to work on ourselves all the time. Whether it’s being a good Christian or just a good person in general.
It’s like dieting. Just because you have one bad meal, it doesn’t mean you need to ruin the rest of your day or week by continuing to eat poorly.
You just have to start over at the next meal. 

Church

Recently my daughter’s teacher asked me if we go to church?

My son and daughter attend a private Christian School, and I wondered hesitantly if she was asking because one of them had done something wrong.

But then I thought, I do go to church everday.

Every morning when I wake up and thank God for another day; and I pray that I will be a good person and do the best I can to do His will. I also pray that I’ll win the lotto, AND promise to share the winnings.

Every time someone asks me for help or advice, and I can sit, listen and we work together to find a solution.

[1 Corinthians 14:26 What then, brothers? When you come together, each one has a hymn, a lesson, a revelation, a tongue, or an interpretation. Let all things be done for building up.]

When my dad tells me stories about his past experiences, situations he faced, and how God helped him get through when he was certain failure was at hand.

When I give money to the homeless lady, not knowing where the money will go, but certain that’s as far as my job goes.

Every time I go over the homework with my kids; when they happily recite their weekly bible verse from memory; when we read; when I watch them play together or help each other out; when they pick up their room. That last one happens… sometimes. Besides, cleanliness is next to Godliness… Isn’t that one of the commandments?

When I lay down with each of my three kids at night and pray with them.

[Matthew 18:20 For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.]

My youngest doesn’t really know what she’s doing, but she puts her hands together and says thank you for everything from Mom and Dad, to pollitos and papitas.

When my family gets together on saturday nights, despite our differences of opinions and lifestyles. Family always comes first, THEN cigars, whiskey and pork rinds.

When I lay down in my bed at the end of a long day and pray for family, friends, work (Please less work); when I give thanks for all I that I have; when I look up a verse on my bible app, or read a short devotional.

There’s an app for everything! iChurch? J/K O_o



Without a doubt going to church has its merits. It reinforces what you believe, reminds you to practice good habits. At times, the message speaks to you, like it was specifically tailored to your struggles that week.

But if you listen, God is speaking to you all day long, through the people and situations you endure, at work, at school, at home, even in your dreams; in every opportunity that you are given to be like Him.

I guess I could make time to go to church, but I don’t want to dedicate just one day, morning or afternoon to be open to God’s message.

**********

Rather than go into that long explanation, and fearing the awkward silence had already lasted longer than a second, I replied, “No, we don’t go to church.”

“Really? I thought most certainly that you did. Your daughter is so sweet, and the way she talks about God, I just can’t believe it. She is just such a sweet little girl, and a joy to teach. You are obviously doing a good job.”

[Proverbs 22:6
Direct your children onto the right path, and when they are older, they will not leave it.]

I gave myself a good ol’ pat on the back and thanked her.