What Concerns Me, Concerns God; And What Concerns God, Concerns Me.

I don’t know about you, but I appreciate the times I get to drive by myself. Because it gives me alone time with Jesus, to pray, to hear Him speak to my heart; I really cherish these moments.

Yesterday, I had a meeting that was thirty minutes from the house. So, I used this quiet and alone time to talk with God, to pray to Jesus, and thank the Holy Spirit for moving on my behalf, and on the behalf of my children. I was strengthened with each minute, more and more. I was encouraged because I spoke the word of God in Jesus name and thanked the Holy Spirit for turning things around, for moving things around, for orchestrating a series of events, as my pastor would say, to fulfill God’s will.

By the way, the meeting went great!

I left, headed on the highway, and traffic was moving slow. I noticed the coolant dial was quickly rising to hot. To me it was fast. For a second, I thought, I hope this car doesn’t start smoking. My heartrate increased, and I said to myself- Oh No!
I grabbed my phone, to call my son. Because I remember a few days prior, out of the blue he asked me the last time I had a tune-up. “The car has never been tuned up” I replied. So, I thought about his timely words and wanted to call him. Maybe he could direct me on what to do in the meantime.

But right when I picked up the phone, the Holy Spirit said “Pray.” And I did. I spoke out loud: “Bring it down, Holy Spirit; bring it down, Holy Spirit; bring it down, Holy Spirit.” And the gauge quickly came down.

At the same rate it went up, was the same rate it came down.

What had just happened, called me to pray for another thirty minutes. I was reminded of the power of God. Some would conclude it as a coincidence; I conclude, it was a work, a sign, a move- a blessing from God!

As a result, I had new thoughts. For instance, it was a reminder that my concerns are God’s concerns. I meditated on that word, concern. How this word concern is similar to the word passion. It was like I was having a thought exchange with God, asking and revealing the difference between concern and passion. On that ride home, I voiced all the things in life that concern me. For some reason, it was easier for me to navigate internally, my concerns, versus what am I passionate about. If you asked me, “What is your passion?” I sometimes struggled with the answer because I wasn’t sure of its definition. I’ve heard others define passion as that thing that keeps you up at night. You go to bed thinking about it, you wake up thinking about it. Nothing really moved me like that, except for God. So, I conclude that my passion in life is God! Meaning, all things pertaining to God. And my concerns, well there are many…

I am concerned about preserving the beauty, awe and wonder of our planet. It saddens me when I see oil rigs in the ocean because I know what they’re doing- disrupting the ocean floor and penetrating a part of our planet that needs to be untouched. I drive a car that requires gas. However, at that moment, I declared that when I receive more than enough money, I will purchase a solar generated car.

All the litter I see on the roadways and highways in St. Louis are disturbing. Its more than a sore sight to see, its disrespectful to the land we live on. So, once I got home, I googled all I could find about the litter laws and who to contact. I proposed a new idea and I am confident, the Holy Spirit will make some things happen and change will occur.
Child molestation concerns me. Prevention is necessary and teaching is key. As they say, knowledge is power so I will be praying about that platform.

Single parenting, past wounds, generational curses, exposing societal and familial lies- all concern me. I will be praying about that platform as well.

Diabetes and diet concern me. More research needs to be done on the effectiveness of low carb diets in the treatment of diabetes. Low carb changed my life. And no doctor pointed me in that direction, I had to find out for myself. On the ADA (American Diabetes Association) website, they have a section for “Superfoods”: beans, fruits, sweet potatoes and whole grains. In my experience as a diabetic for thirty years, and a nurse for fifteen- these foods are not superfoods for a diabetic; they’re harmful because they raise blood glucose and require more insulin. Along with other community members, I plan on meeting with House Representative Ann Wagner, sometime in August, to discuss this concern.

In addition, I was reminded of something important out of this experience- to speak what I need and desire.

Because what concerns me, concerns God; and what concerns God, concerns me.

All in all, if that gauge never rose to hot, I wouldn’t have prayed and talked to God like I did. HE used that as an opportunity to teach me some things, to remind me of the power of prayer, to show HE is always there for me! And now I’m sharing with you.

All glory to God! Let us Bless His Holy Name!

The Deep Waters

Proverbs 18:4
“The words of the mouth are deep waters, but the fountain of wisdom is a rushing stream.”
Amazingly, the bible also indicates that intentions of the heart are deep waters; as well as words of a man’s mouth. So, we have intentions and words as deep waters.
Which made me dive into (not literally)- what is the meaning of deep waters? In other translations, and also reading about Noah and his situation with the flood, deep waters refers to the ocean (underground water).
This verse continues to strike me for some reason. Why would God refer what comes out of our mouth and the intentions of our heart to an ocean? And then it hit me, like a tide coming in to breathe.
So, journey with me on this…
Deep waters can bring tranquility. There’s nothing more serene than watching the still waters of the ocean. The sound of its constant waves has put millions of people to sleep at night. Shout out to You-tube. Its massiveness illuminates my mind, enhancing its ability to imagine and dream bigger. When I stand in front of an ocean, it’s like I become more alive; and time stops!
Deep waters can bring devastation. One tsunami can wipe out thousands, just like that, without any warning. As we just seen recently in Indonesia; which the death poll has surpassed 1,900 people. Deep waters can be a part of a great flood, wiping out living creatures and homes. They can bring destruction like a hurricane. They can be treacherous and cause death.
Intention is what deciphers the ocean’s movement: whether it will be vengeful or calm. What has your heart’s intention and mouth been moved/conditioned/prepared to do? For instance, an earthquake moves the ocean into a tsunami. Just like heartbreak moves our mouths to speak words of bitterness; which, spills into the lives of others.
I like to challenge us all. To be conscious and consider the value of every word we speak internally and out loud. Are you speaking a tsunami that will destroy others’ dreams, confidence, their hopes…? Is your internal dialogue causing hurricane after hurricane in your own life? And it’s not even hurricane season. Or, are you speaking words of stillness that will calm the restless? That will give hope to the hopeless and wisdom to the understanding?

 

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

The Church Window

Every Sunday I watch out my church window

Thinking something will move, something out there will change

But the cold air in February freezes time,

So, I rest soundly on HIS creation in the meantime

The clouds become my pillow

 

Every Sunday I stare out my church window

Hoping I catch a revelation, maybe from a swaying twig or two…I do

the white brisk sky illuminates dusty limbs

I see branches with life extend

from my lungs and trees, I take a breath

Breathing for my existence to continue.  I say thank you…

 

Every Sunday I can’t ignore my church window

There’s a surprise waiting for me, this I know

Meanwhile, the stillness creates a melody for me to hear

Tunes from my secret heart, I listen for the intro

I Am Calm is the song; because I stared out my church window 20180217_143131.jpg

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