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

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.

Let’s talk about love 

Sadly, many of them don’t know what love is; that it’s unconditional, wrapped in acceptance, gentleness and tied with a bow of understanding. A present, it is…that most refuse to gift themselves. Surely, many treat strangers better than themselves. They don’t know when and who to love; for, it chooses them. They don’t know how to love; because they observe others more than themselves. They can’t understand why love feels far away; indeed, their walk smells of defeat. They look for it, don’t know where it resides; because it’s everywhere.