No Room for Distractions

Her focus is solely on the birth.

For, her instincts whispered: “This one is mighty. It will rock the earth.

Now, be ready- One day is set for painful contractions.

You have no room for distractions.”

She trusted. And for 22 months and not one complaint-

Throughout the land, her peace is maintained.

Not all understand this drive to the extreme;

It’s a vision of love embedded deep- it’s more than a dream.

She is on a mission.

To bring what’s inside of her, to fruition.

By Sheyda Irani

What All Heroes Do

I watched you care:

You encouraged the shattered

You stitched up the wounded

Rebuilt the fallen hero

Your faith quenched their arrows

 

I watched you fight:

You carried the exhausted

You reported the assaulted

Protected the innocent

Your armor was not militant

 

I watched you lead:

You steered thru scattered ruins

You advanced out of confusion

Restrained the hostile ones

Your heart preached from other tongues

 

Words of Exhortation

I want to encourage you with the same words I received last week from my pastor.  And that is, “You are in transition.  God will not allow you to fall.”

Transition can take many forms: for instance, labor.  The experience can be one of intense pain, practically unbearable.  But you know the pain won’t last forever and at the end lies the greatest reward.  Or, it can be quick and sudden like changing gears in a car.  Or, it can be long and gloomy with no light at the end of the tunnel.  In the midst of darkness, you lose sight of God’s presence and feel He has abandoned you.

But I’m here to tell you saints, Don’t Give Up!  I’ve learned that no matter how uncomfortable the period of transition is- change is a good thing.  That is how things evolve into something new: a caterpillar into a butterfly; an embryo into a fetus; an egg into a chick.  Therefore, don’t resist the process of transition: trust it and embrace it with gladness.  The ultimate goal is to become like Jesus.  So, surely God will not allow you to fall!

We ARE Connected

I often hear we’re all connected; but how? I pondered this word connection from many angles and came up with a conclusion.

I believe we connect by touch. When I embrace my children, I’m physically telling them a story of how I feel. That I love them. And I’m here to be their everything. And I’m not going anywhere; they’re safe. Or when I hold a sick patient’s hand to comfort. Or pat the sober addict’s back for a job well done. Or witness two tree branches touch in an intimate way. Touch is needed to bind us when words aren’t expressed.

We connect through words- talking and laughing. The same tongue used to praise Our God is the same tongue used to communicate the desires, the hurts, the sufferings, the hopes of our heart. When two beings share in pain and suffering, the emotion evoked from empathy causes these two people to connect. This movement of compassion is powerful. So much so, bystanders who witness this connection, somehow feel involved.

And consider this- we need oxygen which is supplied by the trees and plants. And plants and trees need carbon dioxide which is supplied by our every exhale. Therefore, we’re also connected to others by our need for one another. Even a MENtor connects with MEN (mankind) MENtally because their need for one another is influential. What’s a leader without a team? Or a teacher without students? A pastor without sheep? A doctor without patients?

We ALL need one another. We’re interwoven into the same structure, by the same hands, at the same time. Surely, we are ALL Connected.

Mothering Reflects God- A Mother’s Day Poem

Just like the womb, our planet earth supports all forms of life.

Not speaking of a wife, housewife or even a midwife.

It is time to express who the mother is to us all.

She accepts change with beauty and grace: she flows like a waterfall.

She rises every morning to care for her young.

Mom carries the torch for all to see; yes, just like the sun.

Through struggle and trouble, she won’t fall apart.

She holds steadfast despite the weather; blooming like a bleeding heart.

Mother teaches humans to express emotion.

Her tears of pain and joy; enough to fill an ocean.

She works hard to supply; her youth comes from a fountain.

Mother, an imprint of God’s work, that of a mountain.

Her spirit of concern and comfort, comes with a guarantee.

Life as it exists, shall protect and shield us all; like the summer trees.

And we should take care of her, earth, to preserve the perfectly balanced planet that utilizes all the energy inside of her to keep moving around a source of light, the sun. 

And we should take care of her, mother, to preserve all existence on fertile ground, for she is the chosen vessel to bring forth life, from God Almighty.

Isaiah 66:13 “As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem.”     .

Sheyda

 

The One Question We All Should Ask Ourselves:

Before I make any decision, I always ask myself this-

“Am I making this out of love or fear?” 

This one question has prevented me from being polluted by this world.

It causes me to evaluate my intentions.

It offers me a direct pathway to abundance.

It provides me with a deeper understanding of the contents, in my heart.

For, fear leaves me feeling powerless.

And love-WoW! What can I say about love?

For, love leaves me feeling kind, confident, satisfied, protected, devoted:

Indeed, I feel positive!

Love inspires me to be better and better and better….