CAUTION! Falling and shifting paradigms. Enter at your own risk!

I have typed up 7 next posts. S.E.V.E.N. and have deleted every one of them. (Two of them had killer titles, too. Man)

SO, here’s my question for you – what are YOUR questions, if any, now that I’m sent us all **shwloop**-ing? (whimsy’s onomatopoeia for having our paradigms shifted.)

Violent Women Take It By Force!

He was tiny, he was beautiful and he was her’s!  Nine months she had carried this precious bundle and now he was finally here.  Daily he grew, she nurtured him and delighted in the changes he was making.  But, each night, as she went to sleep, she pondered and wept over the surely imminent demise of this sweet, small miracle at her breast.

“Oh Lord, hear the cry of your daughter! Save the life of my son.  Lord, what this man is doing is evil in Your sight – help me be strong Lord, that not only may the life of my son be saved, but the evil plans of this man be destroyed!”  As she slept, the Holy Spirit, gently began weaving a dream…a dream of weaving and pitch…and a hope was born.  The hope of a redeemer!  This mother, in a basket of reeds and pitch took the Kingdom by force!

What is required of you, woman of God?

(MUST read Pre-answer answer first…please?)

When I was little (probably 8-ish), my grandparents took me to a big circus.  (Which is silly, considering clowns scare me …but I digress)  I remember the cotton candy, the peanuts, the elephants and….the poodles.  They were jumping through hoops.  Hoops of FIRE, no less.  I was shocked and horrified and thoroughly furious at what ever dope ever thought that DOGS should jump through hoops of F.I.R.E.!!!

After the circus, Grandpa suggested we go walk around “back stage” and ~GASP~ there was the dog trainer. (cue “bad guy” music)  “Hi folks, did you enjoy the show?”  I was polite, but I assure you the air was frozen with the depth of my fury. He gave me a rather odd look and said, “Did you like the dog show?”  “No.”  (succinct, but still…almost polite)  “Really, why not?”  BOOOM! The dam burst forth and out it all rushed, “How could you do that?  Don’t you know that those are somebody’s DOGS?  That’s fire and that could hurt them and and and and and….”   (I will mention here, that a) my grandparents never did understand me, I think I was always just a bit of a disappointment to them b) looking back I can’t believe I said the things I did and c) I’m a dog person and d)the dog trainer was slightly bemused, as well as amused.)  When the diatribe had been spent – he gently turned me around and allowed me to see that the poodles were jumping through the hoops on their own.  They liked it!  WHAT?!!  They MUST have burned any living brain cells while they were jumping through the fire, because everyone KNOWS dogs don’t like hoops!  But they did.  To this day, I have one thing to say about this story…..

Pre-Answer Answer

You DID keep up with that,right?  Good.       If you did not see, in the previous post, I am feeling the weight of the responsibility I have here, to answer you well and with Godly content and sound Biblical answers.  I am not complaining, that’s not it at all, I just want to make certain that when I face Father, I do not cringe when I remember what I shared with you here.  In light of that, I need to share with you a bit about who I am and how I see Father.