Month: August 2012

fragile.

fragile.

by Kathleen Moulton

Life is fragile.

Yet, we aren’t always thinking about it or else we would be consumed with fear. God has given us the ability to live without looking behind our backs every minute. Even when tragedy comes, we soon forget in the sense that it doesn’t “stay” with us the way it felt in those initial days or weeks or it would crush us.

Consider how God has created us with what some call the “human spirit” to continue on despite.

It’s true. I just attribute this as God given.

When we create something -whether painting a room or decorating a cake – we step back and look at it from a different angle. We should do this with our life, too. Sometimes we have to see things in a different light. When we do, we find that God does love us – even when bad things happen. He has given us more than we realize to help us. We just need to see it.

inseparable.

inseparable.

by Kathleen Moulton

I am amazed when my heart is heavy with sorrow, I find myself smiling at something.

Have you thought why this is?

Sorrow and joy are inseparable. We may think we are feeling one or the other but they operate together.

While walking down the street one day during the deepest sorrow of my life, the autumn wind caught some fallen leaves and they swirled around me, starting at my feet and up over my head. It tickled and I laughed. I knew it was God focusing his attention on me and telling me all was well. Not that it would be well. But it was well right then and there.

Psalm 13 reveals the psalmist’s sorrow and joy dwelling together.

Perhaps you can think of moments when you felt a smile – even when you were hurting very badly. This reveals God’s care or else we would be completely destroyed by sorrow.

 
defined.

defined.

by Kathleen Moulton

As I have been writing here since February, I have slowly defined who I am and have become more focused. If you’ve been reading, you know I am a Christian. God has been my anchor and the guidance of the scriptures have been  indelible upon my life.

There are alot of Christians out there. We come in all shapes and sizes. If it’s confusing to me, I imagine it is certainly confusing to you.

My heart is to wade through the confusion. And as I’ve done it in my life, I hope to help you. Because at the end of the day, peace of mind and a joyful heart is everything. And only God can give it.

Who I Am:

We’ve all been hurt. But I carry upon my heart a wound so big that only God was sufficient to place his hand upon it.

I do not have a degree in  therapy,  psychology,  psychiatry, or counseling. I am a mother who has walked through the valley of the shadow of death.  I am one beggar telling another beggar where to find bread – without today’s Christian pat answers.