Jesus is Good

Days may run dry like a river

Nights may make you shiver

But God will deliver

 

Time may move like a torpendo

Fast like the ocean flow

Faster than you know

 

Hold on to this coaster ride

Peace does confide

So jump for joy inside

(C) Carly Wiggins 2018

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Mindfulness Meditation With an App

Last year I made a commitment to start meditating regularly. Well, that didn’t work out so well. Soon I was caught up in the daily frustrations and flashes of anger and completely forgot about trying to meditate. Peace of mind can be so elusive.

Then, a couple of months ago, my son asked to go off his ADHD meds. When he takes them, he doesn’t eat all day. By the end of the day, when the meds wear off, he is crazy hungry and out of control. We decided that if he was willing to commit to a regular meditation practice we would be willing to let him stop his medication.

I read a lot about meditation for kids and one idea kept repeating: the best way to help kids develop a meditation practice was for the parents to also practice meditation. I realized there was no way around it. I *had* to start meditating.

I decided to try a meditation app. Unfortunately, there are hundreds, if not thousands, of them. They range in price from free to almost $100 or more. I started downloading and trying the free ones, but found most of them to be incredibly annoying. You know those syrupy-sweet voices that are almost a whisper? I hate those. Where I live, they call that “airy-fairy.”

I asked people about apps they used and stumbled across an app called Smiling Mind. I downloaded the Smiling Mind app (it’s available for IOS and Android.) The dude is Australian, and I found his voice to be remarkably non-irritating.

This particular app is completely free. There are no parts that you have to pay to unlock. I really like that. None of the dealer’s ‘first taste is free’ thing.

Smiling Mind has a number of different programs. They have programs for kids in different age ranges, programs designed for teachers, and a number of programs designed for adults with different focuses such as sports or for the workplace.

Each program comes in several modules which are designed progressively to help you develop mindfulness and increase the time, gradually, that you spend in meditation. Each module consists of meditation sessions, but they also include activities to enhance your mindfulness.

I’m averaging about 3 times a week, but hope to increase that. You can set daily reminders on your phone or to tell  it to notify you when you haven’t been on the app for a few days.

I’m really enjoying working through the basic adult program. Eventually, I’ll be able to do longer and longer meditation with little to no vocal guidance. Of course, you don’t actually need an app to meditate. Simply following your breath can help you return to calm.

I feel like this app is helping me develop mindfulness to instill a deeper sense of peaceful contentedness. Try it! You might like it.

**previously posted on my personal blog, I Am Many Things.**

 

Religion and Spirituality….

A learned man was once asked to explain the difference between Religion and Spirituality. His response was profound:

▪ Religion is not just one, there are many.
▪ Spirituality is one.

▪ Religion is for those who sleep.
▪ Spirituality is for those who are awake.

▪ Religion is for those who need someone to tell them what to do and want to be guided.
▪ Spirituality is for those who pay attention to their inner voice.

▪ Religion has a set of dogmatic rules.
▪ Spirituality invites us to reason about everything, to question everything.

▪ Religion threatens and frightens.
▪ Spirituality gives inner peace.

▪ Religion speaks of sin and guilt.
▪ Spirituality says, “learn from an error”.

▪ Religion represses everything which is false.
▪ Spirituality transcends everything, it brings you closer to your truth!

▪ Religion speaks of a God; It is not God.
▪ Spirituality is everything and therefore, it is in God.

▪ Religion invents.
▪Spirituality finds.

▪ Religion does not tolerate any question.
▪Spirituality questions everything.

▪ Religion is human. It is an organization with rules made by men.
▪ Spirituality is Divine, without human rules.

▪ Religion is the cause of divisions.
▪Spirituality unites.

▪ Religion is looking for you to believe.
▪ Spirituality you have to look for it to believe.

▪ Religion follows the concepts of a sacred book.
▪ Spirituality seeks the sacred in all books.

▪ Religion feeds on fear.
▪ Spirituality feeds on trust and faith.

▪ Religion lives in thought.
▪ Spirituality lives in Inner Consciousness.

▪ Religion deals with performing rituals.
▪ Spirituality has to do with the Inner Self.

▪ Religion feeds the ego.
▪ Spirituality drives to transcend beyond.

▪ Religion makes us renounce the world to follow a God.
▪ Spirituality makes us live in God.

▪ Religion is a cult.
▪ Spirituality is inner meditation.

▪ Religion fills us with dreams of glory in paradise.
▪ Spirituality makes us live the glory and paradise on earth.

▪ Religion lives in the past and in the future.
▪ Spirituality lives in the present.

▪ Religion creates cloisters in our memory.
▪ Spirituality liberates our Consciousness.

▪ Religion makes us believe in eternal life.
▪ Spirituality makes us aware of Eternal Life.

▪ Religion promises life after death.
▪ Spirituality is to find God in our interior during the current life before death.

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-We are not human beings, who go through a spiritual experience…..

-We are spiritual beings, who go through a human experience.

Spirituality is the inner relgion and there is only one… One…   

(re = back, return – ligion=legare = bind =religion = rebinding us back to God)

God is a Ghost

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This is a poem from a while back. Enjoy!

The cobwebs, the crooked doors, and the darkened hallways
I forget to acknowledge myself in all my ways
I forget there is one constant in all of the universe
It still has to run its course
When I feel all alone
I forget there is a soul of mine I can call my own
Aliens, ghosts, and skeletons
But don’t you forget God is a ghost
He has come to give you what you need most
You should fear this ghost
He can mysteriously pop up in front of you during the day
Sometimes it appears he is unseen
But he knows what you need
He has come to reap and comfort
For he alone can heal our hurt
Don’t forget God’s a ghost
And he loves you very much
Don’t forget his mysterious power

(C) Carly Wiggins 2007

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Currant Pie

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I reached for a recipe in the early morning light of the holiday. My family came from far and wide to join in the festivities. We joined together to celebrate life and to thank God for one another. It was an awesome time to make memories. For generations, our family’s tradition included the ever so sweet Currant pie. But as this metaphor unfolds, it makes me wonder if some people can relate.

The flour spread across the bar counter, but we realized later, we should have cheated on the pie crust and bought it in the store. Mixing bowls decorated the kitchen and measuring cups stood silently waiting. This gem of a dessert was ready to bake in the oven. We set the timer and prepared dinner.

About 45 minutes later, we took the pie out of the oven, and it looked alright except it didn’t rise properly. We said grace and had a wonderful dinner – ham, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, beets and golden rolls fit for a king. Then it was time to devour the pie, so we cleared the table and sat it in front of everyone. Anticipating the first bite, my beloved brother suddenly said, “Oh no! I forgot the eggs in the dough”!

Some occasions in life, oddly enough, resembles lessons God teaches us. And yet years go by, and the love of memories become a metaphor. I realize that recipes are like some people, particularly Christians. They search for answers because a little something missing – an essential ingredient for joy and completeness. They live their life, perhaps walking the straight and narrow, but their Christian deeds are just a little shy with the measuring cup.

We must realize without God we are incomplete. It doesn’t matter how sweet you are; you’ll never rise without serving our Lord! He should be the main ingredient in your life, just like eggs in a recipe. Make sure when you come to the table to give grace to our Father that you are the best measurement you can be. How can you accomplish this? Offer your help to those in need; study the Bible daily; be active in your community; and most importantly, share His good word.

Currant Pie


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Time Well Spent

The most meaningful things in life do not come with instructions.


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I watch a variety of birds take turns at the feeder and boy; their life seems so simple. With a hot cup of coffee to soothe my tired, aching joints, I think about my growing up years. My mind wanders back to a different time of life.

My pop drove an hour to work, and mom supervised us getting ready for school. At the day’s end, he arrived home, exhausted, just about in time for dinner. On Sundays, my mom made sure we dressed appropriately for church – you know, starched shirt with a matching tie, and pants creased down the middle of each leg. I may have faked being sick for school, but I needed a doctor’s note from heaven to get of going to church!

But, those minute, sensitive times are well worth remembering, for much of my childhood looks vast like a morning sky. My heart pales at the thought of all those lost years. Oh sure, I can recall all my friends and the homes we moved to; but the special times of sitting on the dock by myself, waiting to see if the bobber dipped beneath the waters, supersedes any special times with my parents. The quiet minutes on a father’s lap never occurred because he was too busy trying to make my mother happy.

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Today, there is nothing worse than to look at my childhood scrapbook. I wipe off the dust only to find vacant pages. Those informative years are lost, gone forever, as I stare at the empty memories which should have been time well spent with my parents. I try to apply God’s words and promises to my life. No other father has given me this kind of faith and hope! Though I can’t resurrect my childhood, God has, at least, given me a second chance in the happiness column.

I widened my horizons to include peers of every color and nationality. A glimpse into present times, reveals history seems to repeat itself in family units. An endless ambition of making a lot of money for life’s luxuries, along with a small amount of self-centeredness, is producing a lot of empty memories for many other children. With little time well spent on these kids, what will happen to them? Who will teach them love, admiration, and the enthusiasm of life? Who’s going to teach the little girl to ride her first two-wheel bike or a young boy to hit a baseball in the backyard? The most meaningful things in life do not come with instructions.

This morning, I looked in the mirror and asked myself if I raised my child, as a single parent, in time well spent? Did I raise another statistic or an accountable young man I can look up to throughout life? Only time will reveal the truth. Though kids may grow weary of our ways, they will eventually determine if we had God guiding our intentions.

We must ask ourselves:

Are we leading by example?
Are we teaching them to walk in the Holy Spirit by spending time with them in the Bible?
Are we taking them to church regularly?
Does the family pray together?
Are we living by the Ten Commandments in our homes?
Are we showing them how to be strong and confident?

I pray, today, the chain of neglect (whether purposefully or not) might break, for love and God are the missing parts of time well spent in the hearts of the young today. Let us teach them the powerful expression of love!

 


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Infants of the Infantry

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It’s 5 am, and the town’s still dark. Flags lining the main street hang low like there’s no tomorrow. Winding roadways glare with oncoming headlights, and my love is calling me home. The dawn’s very early light ignites the sky reminding me there’s still a war yet to win.

My mind shifts gears, and I wonder what happened to the infants of the infantry. Dead men are hailing, and POWs are released all in the name of our Father. It’s time for them to return home to resurrect their family’s lives.

Flags somberly post at half-mast for the young men who gave up the ghost before their time. Battle cries scream behind the walls of plastered domes with velvet upholstery. God, I ask you to anoint the fallen and to follow Christ in his crusade.

We are all made in His light, and each person deserves the right to be equally heard. Who are they, in tarnished ties, that speak in tongues we can’t surmise? I only pray the day will come when the government and its people will harmonize and sing the same song.

Lines are drawn, and states divide; parents fight and children cry. There doesn’t seem to be a recourse of action. The heavens beacon the entangled righteous and remaining neutral, now, is unimaginable. We gather holding hands. Our only ruler is the almighty Father. We must put inhibitions aside and realize our children, the infants of the infantry, are at our demise.

Let us reconstruct our way of life, somberly saluting those flags hanging low in the night. They remain to guard the innocent eyes so they may quietly sleep till morning arrives. God bless you, and God bless our great nation!

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