“It’s complicated…”

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When I was small my big sister learned a word at school from her teacher. She came home from school one day and recited it for me: “Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovol…”
It went on.
I listened with ‘wide ears’ (like ‘wide eyes’ but involving the ears) as she spoke.
She paused half way, ready to recite it for me again… “It’s complicated!” she said to me.

Faith.

It should be simple right?

Person A jumps out of a burning building expecting person B to catch them.

Still, through the years we have added layers to something which was supposed to be so simple that even kids can understand it – and we can get in our own way of receiving what Jesus has died to give us for free.

Jesus said to be like children. Children can understand that Jesus wants to just love them and have them love Him. They approach His throne with a pure heart.

Lately, the Lord has been peeling off these onion layers of ‘its complicated!’ from my faith to unveil the beautiful tender soft heart of faith I once had.

I was recently part of a team visiting a retirement village in the area and sat down to speak to one of the ladies in the special care department. Many of them were Alzheimer or dementia patients and sat colouring in pictures or building puzzles.
The woman I approached was busy colouring in a picture of a flower. She smiled and told me pink was her best colour when I asked her, and I immediately liked her (if she liked pink she was already a legend).
I asked her name. “Sicily,” she said in a soft voice.
It was difficult to talk to her but I found a common point of reference. Her picture. “God makes some great things doesn’t he?” I said, telling her it was a beautiful flower.
She was very old and found it hard to hold a conversation but she nodded.
“He gives us a good deal. Did you know He makes the things in Heaven too.”
She nodded again and studied the picture. “But you know what, as beautiful as this flower is, the flowers in Heaven are going to be even more beautiful. Can you imagine a flower more beautiful than this one?”
She smiled, and her eyes seemed to brighten.
“Imagine looking at one of those beautiful flowers and you look up to see Jesus Himself. You know, the real Jesus. Because in Heaven we will see Him face to face.”
She said a word which I couldn’t hear.
I had to lean closer to her to hear it.
She said it again, while it was a whisper, it was crystal clear: “Gosh!”.
Her whole countenance had changed imagining Jesus there before her. Her eyes glowed.

They eventually put the colouring-in pencils away and Sicily was wheeled back to her room in a wheelchair. The smile was still in her eyes.

Faith like a child.

Too many people are standing in front of a pyramid of self-glorifying spirituality and self effort thinking they must climb to the top to be ‘enlightened’. What a climb!

Then I think of Sicily and her exclamation of ‘Gosh!’ when for a moment, Jesus filled her thoughts and I think I left the retirement village more fired up and encouraged than anyone who had received prayer.

It’s simple.

The Lily of the Valley. The Rose of Sharon. More beautiful than the most beautiful flower in Heaven.

Trusting Him for healing and intervention today? Have you reached the end of yourself and need hope or answers? Maybe you need to renounce any wrong agreements you have made with beliefs contrary to His Word or any pagan beliefs and return like a child to Jesus, and simple faith in the complete work of the cross.

*pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

noun: an invented long word said to mean a lung disease caused by inhaling very fine ash and sand dust.

To read the story behind the Living out Loud blog, visit https://living-out-loud.blog/2017/12/30/the-birth-of-a-new-blog/

©Copyright Heather Djunga 2018.

Author: Heather Djunga

You would die for Him but will you live for Him? What would happen if one person - you - committed to live out loud for Him? ©Copyright Heather Djunga 2018.The creative concepts, drawings and writing on this site cannot be reproduced without the expressed permission of the author and artist

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