Musings of a Sanguine Christian Woman
This site is about sharing my thoughts, views, and discoveries, as a Christian woman.
Dear Mama, Susie and Janie,
Serving as a missionary on God’s call in Africa has been an adventure…
A 👶🏿 wail interrupted Mary’s letter-writing, followed by another👶🏾.
‘Suppose I’ll continue later, Mary thought, as she fed the wee twins she’d recently rescued.
Weekend Writing Prompt #197 – Call
The royal spectators gasped as the wild horse the emperor was wrangling, nearly trampled him.
Indira dropped inelegantly into her seat. She still felt dizzy from watching her husband almost get trampled.
She snatched the fan from one of the fanning maids, and fanned herself vigorously.
Empress Er’Oria watched her daughter with muted amusement.
“And you say, you don’t love your husband” She stated as she continued watching her son-in-law wrangle the horse.
“Mother please. Not now” Indira huffed.
“You are in denial that your husband is the reason you are in such sweet chaos.”
Indira shook her head in exasperation.
“When you and husband welcomed me, I saw butterfly wings and bear paws.
Indira startled.
“Aye ye know what that foretells: Love, love-child and danger. Danger to your emperor-husband”
Indira closed her eyes in despair.
“It is my most delicate decree, that you consummate your marriage without delay. I doubt you will forgive yourself, should he die without you bearing a love-heir for him. Who knows? Maybe your embrace will increase protection around him and inspire him to stay alive for you and the babe.”
“Ma–”
“Be calm, Indira. I pray you and your husband will live long and be victorious. I merely ask that you do your part.”
“Yes, mother.” Indira sighed in concession.
November Writing Prompts: 1-Sweet chaos, 2-Butterfly wings and bear paws 29-A delicate decree
Indira was in deep thoughts. Not unlike the dark clouds gathering. It looked like it was going to rain. Her first rain in her husband’s empire.
The wind breezed through the palace, stirring her red-gold hair and her clothes as she lounged on a plush couch. Looking at her, with hair gently billowing, it would look like she was the mistress of storm.
Except Indira felt less mistress of anything, though you couldn’t tell just by looking at her.
Brunnie as Indira’s cousin called her, babbled as she toddled to the window couch.
Indira watched her adopted daughter grunt with determination as she struggled to climb the couch.
Indira smiled as Brunnie knelt on the couch, peering outside longingly as she babbled “Papa” in reference to her husband.
Ah yes, Indira sighed remembering the main subject of her morose thoughts. Her husband.
The man was not listening to her where his safety was concerned.
She looked at her daughter who often made her way to the window watching for her “papa“, whenever he had been out for long.
If that man made a widow of her with his continuous liaison with the enemy, she doubts she will forgive him — even if he had a beautiful soul.
“Beauty flows from the queen’s hair like the threatening of a storm” a husky male voice whispered.
Indira eyes fluttered open and blinked, as she looked into her husband’s eyes. She didn’t realise she had fallen asleep.
Brunnie babbled in her papa’s arms. As he shifted her to his side, she noticed the sun was out, though the air was still cool.
As she got up, and hugged him around the neck, she had a relieved smile on her face.
“You were not worried were you?” He hugged his queen’s waist.
“I was. Was that a poem?” Indira asked in amusement.
“It was”, he declared with a serious face though his eyes were alight with merriment.
Indira couldn’t help herself. She laughed.
It’s good to hear her laugh. The king thought, as he smiled.
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/06/01/june-2020-writing-prompts/ #8.A Hint of rain
Hello Beautiful People! I hope you are keeping safe and sound.
21st June was Father’s Day.
A bittersweet day for a girl who has lost her first earthly hero. As it’s rightly said, a girl’s hero is her father.
However, like Elisha having to watch Prophet Elijah his mentor, a man he called My Father, “charioted” up to Heaven; all I am left with, is the Mantle that flutters down as I begin to feel my father’s absence. That, and all the memories.
The memories of tough discipline, gentle instructions, his listening patient ears, as I nearly chatter his ears off… By the way? If my father didn’t loose his handsome ears for all my yakking, then no one can loose theirs for listening to others. Just said, I should put that out there.
I learnt the art of listening (eventually) because my father listened to me.
Because of that, I tried to do as he instructed, because I didn’t want to displease the only one after God who understood me.
It was a journey for him, because as a child I remember him, saying he didn’t understand me, usually, after I have been caught in an indiscretion. He would scold me. Then he gets real quiet, as if he was trying to solve the great mystery behind my behaviour. And then, like he was speaking to himself, he would say, “I can’t just understand…”
And I would feel sad and then resolve to not worry my daddy again. Which unfortunately, never happened.
Eventually, he began to understand me, and he began to teach me on what to do.
My dad is an angel.
I adore my daddy and I miss him. I suspect I always will.
Now, his Mantel has rested right on the floor in front of me.
I just need to pick up my courage and the Mantle to cross the Jordan river….
Shalom.
He-llo-o Beautiful People of this Global Village!
Wherever you are from your part of the world, I want to encourage you to;
make every minute of your day count, like a minute will cost you a quarter of your country’s annual budget.
From that perspective I believe you know what to do.
On a spiritual note:
Listening to the Holy Bible, while we do our work outs and chores, helps some of us who have a hard time sitting still long enough to spend quality time reading the scriptures.
Health Reminder:
Drink warm or room temperature water. Swallowing chilled anything congeals the blood.
On fashion:
As a woman, if you are have an athletic build or you have broad shoulders, wear plain and deep coloured tops, with vertical necklines. Then wear bright coloured prints/patterns/florals as your skirt.
Beauty Tip:
Touch your face only when you want to clean your face or apply skin care. This is mostly for those of us who have break-outs.
I have been posting about millenial parenting recently, and apparently it’s a topic that might span several posts based on the fact that there are different angles to this issue.
Parenting is serious business that has to be handled with firm but gentle hands.
It can be confusing and mind boggling, because you need to have the right balance and flexibility. It’s like doing both extremes at the same time. For example, you can’t be either disciplined or gentle. You need to be both. One can’t be without the other. And to top that, you need to be too much of both, at the same time.
It’s a message to your children, that you love them too much to let them be undisciplined. It’s like sweetening a bitter medicine they need to swallow so they can live. So they are more likely to take the medicine because it has been sweetened, rather than you having to resort to force feeding.
Based on this illustration, discipline is needed to live to ones full potential, therefore it’s compulsory to be disciplined. The more disciplined one is, the better chances a person has to be more successful in life.
It’s easier to live a disciplined life, when a person has been taught that from childhood. It becomes a habit and it stays a habit when the results are outstanding.
However, the training to be disciplined is very rigorous that more often than not, it breaks the soul or hardens the heart of the trainee. They become distant emotionally. Because discipline demands you ignore your feelings and just get the job done. If that is done often enough, the trainee gets used to not feeling at all.
In fact, they get to a point were they decide that being emotional is a sign of indiscipline. Lord help whoever marries them in that state. Their spouses who are emotionally active will have a hard time understanding why, someone can be so unfeeling and seem cold. Now, there won’t be a problem if two emotionally distant people marry each other. But, those are rare cases. Who knows? Maybe it’s their soul crying out for a release that attracted them to someone who is highly emotional — without them being aware of what’s going on.
And if their emotions are not awakened before their children come, the children might wonder why one parent is all hugs and kisses, while the other is distant and unfeeling. And then another negative pattern is forming, because the children will take it personal. They would try to get the attention and please the unresponsive parent who doesn’t seem to love them. And most times they fail and they may turn to rebellion, to the heart break of the loving parent and the silent disappointment of the distant parent.
Hence, the call for intense discipline sweetened with lots of love. Love makes the difference on how they decide to apply that discipline. Love is life.
The Bible says that, if we do all good works, but have no love, then we’ve done nothing. Love coupled with discipline makes great positive impact. Discipline without love makes life a mere routine of dull existence. Love without discipline is life without proper focus. Love helps us identify purpose, but discipline helps us see it through — reach our goal.
As parents and aspiring parents, we need to understand that parenting is leadership. You lead your children to where/were they need to be. And what that means is, you are as a matter of fact, going to were/where you are leading. In other words, you are being followed, closely by your children, in all you do.
Now if that scares you, then you need to change your ways.
Reminds me of a resolution I made recently, concerning who I marry.
I can understand the good-girl-loving–bad-boy syndrome among staunch Christian women. I mean I’m going through that phase at the moment. I find myself in my past-mid-20s having a crush — a crush for goodness sakes! — for a guy (and I used the word guy intentionally, for obvious reasons) who is at the other extreme of what I want, not to mention need, in a husband.
So yeah, I understand too well how one can be attracted to ones opposite or the opposite of what one wants.
But do I make a lifetime decision based on a crush? No! Absolutely not. And my head is shaking side to side in emphasis.
Why? Some people may ask, can’t I follow my ‘heart’? Well, the heart can be deceptive and I don’t trust it.
I mean, how can I trust a heart that tells me to do the opposite of what I know is best for me?
If I look at a man or guy and I can’t imagine my unborn son dressing, walking, behaving like him, then he’s not to be considered — at all.
And this is were a lot of women have missed it and unfortunately still missing it.
They choose a guy who’s not interested in man-ing up. A guy who’s not ready to be settled, responsible. A guy who is not willing to be a husband and father. They chose him because he’s cute and he has a sexy voice. Ha!
But of course, the smitten woman will not tell you that, because they know you will drag them to church for deliverance while pleading the blood of Jesus over their befuddled self. All they would say is, “He’s a nice guy and he’s got potential. He just needs someone to help him find his way to the Lord.” Ha!
Well, I know all the cute, sexy, nice and potential alone, cannot give me the husband I need and the father my babies need.
Let’s not forget that when we are shopping for a spouse, we are also shopping for a father/mother for our unborn children.
Enough said.
So we need to watch were/where we go or are going. If your children can’t go somewhere, then you — yes you! — can not go there either. Children always have an inclination to be or do in multiples, what we are doing — even in private. Because children are wired to do or copy what you are doing whether they see you do it, or not.
So if you have planted a seed you don’t want to reap, you had better uproot it. Because whatever is planted comes back hundred fold. If that scares you, then change your ways.
My conclusion for this segment, is if you want loving and disciplined children, then you need to be loving and disciplined. Show them how, with your actions, then allow them to interpret your demonstrations in their own understanding. As long as they are not committing a crime or sin, it fine to be flexible.
I recall reading a post, or a quote by a well-known billionaire. He was reported to have said, he likes giving difficult jobs to lazy people, because they find easy ways to do the job.
Understand that everyone is a unique person on their own. Therefore don’t force your children to do the right thing, your own way only. If you do, you will squash their creativity, their ability to think independently; sort through challenges without external influence and be confident enough to take decisions on their own.
Love and discipline means nothing if you can’t teach children to stand alone with God.
Till next time, stay rapturable.
Shalom!🌍🏞
Musings of a Sanguine Christian Woman 