Think about Jesus Christ and His Apostles on the Sea of Galilee while reading the following. “They that go down to the sea in ships, that do their business in great waters; These see the works of the LORD, and his wonders in the deep. For he commands, and raises (makes to be still) the stormy wind, which lifts up (causes to rise or mount up) the waves (of the sea) thereof. They mount up to the heaven, they go down to the depths: their (the Apostles) soul is melted (their courage is gone) because of trouble. They reel to and from, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit’s end. (all their wisdom of skill and expertise is swallowed up by fear). Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he brings them out of their distresses. He (Jesus) makes the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he brings them into their desired haven.” Psalm 107: 23-30. (with my own insights added.) How we need to lean on the everlasting arms of God: safe and secure from all alarm. Yet, too often when faced with what seems to be insurmountable difficulties; we are then swallowed up by anxiety, worry and fear. God’s great haven of rest is abiding in His perfect peace. By keeping our minds stayed on Him we will know no fear. Such a peace surpasses all understanding and keeps our hearts and minds at rest in Christ Jesus.
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I saw my old orpanege today.
My father, the one that raised and gave me is name and I drove to the earliest of my memories, the orphanage I was put in when my nonna died. The building was now in cement, the gate and the entry the saddest memories. Been taken there and left by my mom that could not take care if me. The gravel in the inside took the place if the dirt I remembered. The tree, still in the center, almost in the Center of the coumpound. Sadness and relief at the same time. At the corner before entering in the orphanage the little classroom where I did half of my first grade. My dad looked at the building, made a comment about the “new look”. He had red eyes later and as I was remembering my childhood unloved, lonely tears started to flow out and in the deep if myself, I felt that that old pain again.
Can I play? My little voice asked the nun, no you cannot because your don’t. Listen so, again I was tied down to the big big table where we all ate. Another day another pain that turned into anger. Why can’t I play?
I was startle at how clear the memories were.