Sometimes I get
into a case of the melancholy blues, reminiscing kind of thing when I revert back
to my old days. I start listening to some of the old songs, and for
some reason I tend to listen to some that I never did listen to
anyway. I don't even know why I said that, because I can already tell
this will not end up like it started. I don't even know why I would
even care to reminisce about anything. There really is not anything
that I can remember that could ever tie into anything good.
The word reminisce
is closely tied to another word. That word is regret in any form of
the word that it can be used. Maybe this only applies to me, and my
life. I certainly hope everybody don't feel the same way about this
as I do. There has got to be some thoughts that put a big ole smile
on your face when you think about your past thoughts and events.
“BURP, BURP,
BURP, BURP, BURP...............CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION
PLEASE,..............CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION
PLEASE...............THIS IS A RED ALERT,...........I REPEAT, THIS IS
A RED ALERT,..........ALL BATTLE STATIONS.........ALL BATTLE STATIONS
THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL...........THIS IS A
FULL FLEDGED ATTACK BY THE ENEMY!!!
Wow!! How would
you like to have that going off in you mind, about a thousand times a
day? That is my early warning system that has been installed inside
my soul by Jesus. It always goes off when the satanic gang is trying
to invade any part of my being, and lead me astray.
I really don't
know what the Lord has planned for my future, but He really is
putting me through some serious training. Everything has been
heightened, as far as my awareness goes. I really was starting to
write about my past ties, and the musical link that used to be in the
form of a stronghold in my life. Then all of a sudden what I wrote (burp, burp)
was actually materializing in my Spirit.
My past life has
been so corrupted that I really can't afford to be looking back. I
have the most beautiful sight in my future, and that is where my
focus needs to remain. If I can simply live in this one day.
Actually, the only one that I have to live in, or to do anything else
in, is located on the inside of the perimeters of this day. I think
that within this perimeter that the source of my troubles is to be
found.
I don't know why
but I can go from having a wonderful day, to wallowing in the muck
and mire, in a hypersonic flash. I actually know who the culprit is,
and how he is setting me up for the kill. That is a lot better than
it used to be. I remember times that I would simply say, where did
that thought come, as I blindly dove in for a fatal sin.
He is that fallen
Angel that hates every fiber of our being. He is shooting fiery darts
at my heart with great hopes that just one will stick inside of me.
If just one shot sticks me, with that slow release venom inside. It
can start a chain reaction of events that I might not be able to
recover from. The strange thing about this whole deal is that the
only one that he care anything about trapping inside a wall of utter
madness is us. Us means the ones that has already professed Christ in
our lives.
Why in the world
would he waste any time trying to entrap a soul that already belongs
in his court? Now if he can make one of God's own elect fall. Then he
can use that as a tool to draw more into his scam. This is how subtle
that he really works. It can start with a song . Most of the songs
that we really enjoyed in times past are hard wired with a memory
attached. Then we get a chance to relieve the memory long enough to
bring about a desire. The desire may take a while to build up, until
you actually achieve a need for an actions to take place to full fill
that desire.
Can you see where
this is heading? That is all it takes. Just one brief encounter with
a simple thought. Just one simple thought never questioned again. A
song from a time that has already passed. Before long you wonder how,
they are doing. The next thing you have meet once again to catch up
on life. Both decide that the forbidden fruit needs to be
re-explored. Then you wake up sitting in divorce court with you
children sitting a crossed the room crying their eyes out.
Just
think.......At one time this heartbreak of misery, was nothing but a
controllable thought.
…......Much Love
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