Joyful Persecution
Today I thought of the ocean, the grains of sand. Today I thought of the south and the breeze. Today I thought about religious freedom. I thought about the preparation of life. I thought about the verses in Job. I thought about difficulties.
Then I thought about love. I thought about Jehovah. I sighed when I decided to just unleash all the concerns I have inside upon a prayer to Jehovah. That release I had, the escaping of evilness, remarkable the calm Jehovah gives when you give all the burdens to him. And yet you still understand you have to apply actions to helping Jehovah. That is my steps now. Learning how to apply patience, love and kindness in a wicked world.
I am striving to maintain a peace inside a very tense household. Some would say that I am just being passive. However that is the not the reality. The reality is that sometimes it is just best to be silent than to voice against such extreme views. It is better to lean into Jehovah for the strength. Soon the answers, a voice will open and a calm will be there.
Sure the issue is that I don't fight back. No not in an aggressive manner. There is no point. It is best remain silent and loving to those who persistently persecute you. In fact in this convention this year, it is reminded to us all to be joyful in the persecution. Such a profound reminder. In reminding myself of this I think about all the brothers and sisters abroad who are in jails and banned from even having literature. In those moments I say to myself that what I am facing seems minor compared to them. So that helps me keep holding strong, in silence.
Not sure if that is considered extraordinary or just believing in Jehovah's power, I am grateful that I am able, in my free time, to find research into the bible for questions and concerns I am currently battling. Most of the brothers and sisters abroad in difficult situations have memory. That is profound and truly Jehovah helping.
So in my moments of oceans, southern cities, feet smashing grains of sand I am reminded just how important I am to Jehovah. I am just as important as the grains of sand that sit at the waters edge. And when I think I am being smashed by a wave of hatred I have to remember how joyful it feels to be persecuted for having faith in Jehovah. My spirit is happy that family don't like that I love Jehovah.
Sure it is unjust and possible narrow minded but I just have to keep loving them and showing kindness. For that is the witness I give. Who knows who will be paying attention. That is how I have to make the next step. I have to be reminded that the family of mine just doesn't know Jehovah like I do. So keep putting them into my prayers and hoping that my "passive" but optimistic outlook shows them what truth does to a person.
I can hope.
Then I thought about love. I thought about Jehovah. I sighed when I decided to just unleash all the concerns I have inside upon a prayer to Jehovah. That release I had, the escaping of evilness, remarkable the calm Jehovah gives when you give all the burdens to him. And yet you still understand you have to apply actions to helping Jehovah. That is my steps now. Learning how to apply patience, love and kindness in a wicked world.
I am striving to maintain a peace inside a very tense household. Some would say that I am just being passive. However that is the not the reality. The reality is that sometimes it is just best to be silent than to voice against such extreme views. It is better to lean into Jehovah for the strength. Soon the answers, a voice will open and a calm will be there.
Sure the issue is that I don't fight back. No not in an aggressive manner. There is no point. It is best remain silent and loving to those who persistently persecute you. In fact in this convention this year, it is reminded to us all to be joyful in the persecution. Such a profound reminder. In reminding myself of this I think about all the brothers and sisters abroad who are in jails and banned from even having literature. In those moments I say to myself that what I am facing seems minor compared to them. So that helps me keep holding strong, in silence.
Not sure if that is considered extraordinary or just believing in Jehovah's power, I am grateful that I am able, in my free time, to find research into the bible for questions and concerns I am currently battling. Most of the brothers and sisters abroad in difficult situations have memory. That is profound and truly Jehovah helping.
So in my moments of oceans, southern cities, feet smashing grains of sand I am reminded just how important I am to Jehovah. I am just as important as the grains of sand that sit at the waters edge. And when I think I am being smashed by a wave of hatred I have to remember how joyful it feels to be persecuted for having faith in Jehovah. My spirit is happy that family don't like that I love Jehovah.
Sure it is unjust and possible narrow minded but I just have to keep loving them and showing kindness. For that is the witness I give. Who knows who will be paying attention. That is how I have to make the next step. I have to be reminded that the family of mine just doesn't know Jehovah like I do. So keep putting them into my prayers and hoping that my "passive" but optimistic outlook shows them what truth does to a person.
I can hope.
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