THE MYSTERY OF HIS LOVE

Remember Nancy Drew? How about the Hardy Boys? For those readers who have never heard of these characters, they were fictional amateur teenage detectives whose self-proclaimed duty was to solve mysteries of every kind. Both of these series lined our bookshelves growing up.

In my opinion, Nancy's life, although contemporary to mine at that time, had an element of intrigue which I coveted. She always seemed to be at the right place, at the right time. From witnessing a crime to gathering the facts, sleuthing added adventure to her everyday, hum-drum life. She was a success at the end of every spine.

So, just what does it take to be a successful detective? Would you have the boldness to carry out the tasks at hand? Asking the right questions and then listening to the answers; looking for holes as well as inconsistencies. Assertiveness along with confidence that you "have the right to know" plays a huge part; understanding your authority and then walking in it. Scrutinizing every detail and then readying yourself for the long haul . . . not quitting until every resource is exhausted; staying focused in hot pursuit until the file reads "Case Closed."

I have a Private Investigator who is in hot pursuit of me. He leaves no stone unturned, no lead undeveloped; every intricacy having value in solving my case. I ran for so many years but His love found me. He chased me with holy boldness and sought after me with an authority like no other. I questioned such a motive but realize now, His determination is directly connected to the sustainable love He offers me. Surely this kind of love will endure to the end.

This, to me, is a mystery . . . that Jesus knows my frame and my frailty; yet He still loves!

Cyberpsalmist- Chrissy Larson

MY HEART YEARNS FOR MORE

Who taught you how to love or did it come naturally? Sometimes I wish there was a class I could attend or better yet, send someone else to, that would teach me/them how to love better. Wouldn't it be great if just like traffic school, there existed a required course for emotional offenders arrested for breaking the laws of the heart?

From my earliest recollections, I was encouraged to show love and forgive wrongs; my siblings gave me plenty of opportunities. As I became more social, deep friendships taught me a lot about being true, trust, and the risks associated with handing my heart over to others.

I didn't take much time for me to hand my heart over to a boy that sat near me in middle school. I was convinced his feelings were mutual and that one day, he would marry me, only to find out he never shared my fantasy.

Almost all of my high school years were spent living out someone else's fantasy . . . I dated one guy who tied up every bit of my wonder years. Then one day, I woke up and said I had enough, but it was too late to recapture what was now in my rear view mirror.

Ahh, the lessons taught from that little piece of reflective 3X8 piece of glass! If I don't learn from the mistakes of my past, then those segments of life have wasted potential. Surely I could somehow use this dung pile for fertilizer.

But I serve a God who knows me inside and out and holds my destiny in the palm of His hand. His purposes for me are true and I was created to give Him glory. He specializes in turning my mourning into dancing; turning my sorrow into joy; giving me beauty for ashes. He gives me His praise for my pain. How can I deny such a love?

Oh, to have someone who knows you this way - what a gift! It makes my feet look for a dance floor; urges me to welcome the dawn of a new day; opens my nostrils to fragrances

I've never known and causes my weary heart to sing again.

I've learned so much from this academy and fear I am a life-long student. I have relinquished a license to love and be loved my way, only to attempt mastering the subject on His terms. Real love is awakened and now my heart yearns for more!

Cyberpsalmist

It's Huge - I'm Back!

What kind of a writer stays away from her blog for over six months? A pretty shabby one for sure. Geez - what a slacker! Will you forgive me for not penning all of my thoughts, dreams and aspirations?

So much has transpired since I last pecked away in this cyber diary . . . but I have decided to move forward instead of hash over the past. All I can say is life is good and Jesus is better. And rather than belabor the many excuses I could interject at this point, I will simply say, "I'm back!"

To all my readers, fans, admirers, lurkers and former students, I just want to say thank you for visiting while I was away. You showed your faithfulness even though I never even showed up. Wow! You are amazing!!!

So with gratefulness in my heart and repentance in my spirit, I press on to the exclamation "mark of the high calling in Christ Jesus." My desire, as my title states, is to reflect, knowing that objects of all sorts really do appear larger than they are if viewed through a rear view mirror.

Is that a bad thing? On the contrary! I firmly believe that every day I am allowed to live and breath is significant, nothing happens by chance, and I want to die doing something I love. These are objects I have had the privilege to reflect on and they appear huge to me. Life is too short to exist without passion.

This has always been a place for not only me to express myself, but you as well. I appreciate any and all of you comments more than you know.

These are my thoughts . . . a penny for yours.

Chrissy/Cyber Psalmist