“My mind to your mind”

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I grew up watching episodes of the original Star Trek. They must have been reruns, because I was too young to have remembered the original episodes the first time they aired on T.V. I thought the imaginative trips at warp speed to some alien landscape in some previously undiscovered corner of the galaxy where, perhaps, the plant life was deadly or the inhabitants looked like rocks made of silicon, were intriguing.

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I was always fascinated by Spock, from Vulcan: the planet where logic replaced the emotions and violence that used to be a part of that world. Spock could “mind meld” with his own kind or alien races, giving a glimpse into how they thought or felt.

There are numerous fiction stories featuring soul mates or twins having a connection so strong they can read each other’s thoughts.

We crave connection: something strong and out of the ordinary way of things. I believe these stories and concepts come from an inherent desire to connect with God, knowing we are understood, accepted, even cherished.  I think we crave that kind of connection because on some level we are aware that something is missing: that space in our heart that only God can fill; communication that involves our mind and heart and spirit. We want to communicate. We are built for it.


I believe God is essentially saying “My mind to your mind,” so you can “live long and prosper.”



Hiding place

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Flashlight tag

When I was a child, we sometimes played flashlight tag in the summer: basically hide and seek in the dark, with the person who was “it” trying to find the rest of us with just a flashlight. I remember hiding in a ditch across the street from my house (I must really have not cared about dirt and bugs much back then!) or I would climb a tree. I found usually the flashlight would sweep right over or under me, because whatever sibling was searching for me wasn’t expecting me to be higher or lower than ground level. So I was “safe” and tried my best not to reveal my hiding places.


There’s an old song about the Lord being our hiding place, based on Psalm 32: The song has been sort of reverberating in my head on and off for a couple of weeks.

Psalm 32:7 “You are my hiding place; You preserve me from trouble; You surround me with songs of deliverance.”

The psalm was written by David, who was King over Israel. David encountered all kinds of trouble: some of his own making, some of it not, but God was always his place of refuge. None of us manage to live perfectly, but God can still be our place of refuge, always. He is the One I run to.

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I asked the Lord about this concept, that He can be our hiding place and I felt this is what He said:

I am in the quiet places, in the spaces that occupy your mind, your heart. When you feel weary I am there to strengthen you.

Pain is really a pain


I’m going to toss a couple of concepts out there – for people dealing with pain. Because I never really know who might read this, and I can’t say how many times God has encouraged me while I was dealing with pain, and I know He wants to encourage all of us. So anyway, I’m writing on pain, while my head is wrapped in an ice gel wrap, and the computer screen looks a little different because it has a program to dampen the blue light that can help wake you up but can also cause problems for people with migraines. (The program is called f.lux and can be downloaded for free.)

Pain. We’ve all had some. Physical, emotional….some have dealt with it a lot. I have worked with a woman in her 80’s who has never had a headache. (I wish I could say the same!)

This is a conversation with me talking to the Lord about pain, dealing with a migraine a while ago.

Little daughter, hope in the God of your salvation. Surrender to Me the pain.

(Lord, still, I am not really sure how.)

Daughter, consider your heart, that it is open to Me- consider your mind, how it reaches for Me, and knows that I exist. Little one, surrender this pain by opening your heart and mind to Me, closing the door to fear, continuing to trust through the pain, through the fear, that I am here, and powerful.


This poem I wrote a couple of years ago, thinking of people who have been abused. I’m not really sure why I think of these things…except I see hurting people and I know God cares and that He wants to heal them.

It’s kind of like walking


Those who have been trampled upon

Emotionally, physically – oh Lord,

I think it must be

They can barely


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So, praying for anyone who might read this blog who is in some kind of pain. I’m praying it will get better. I believe healing is possible, yes, for you too.


Why isn’t this working?


A couple of months ago, I was taking photos and my camera wasn’t working and I wasn’t understanding why, until my young grandson told me “your lens cap is still on.” I usually leave it off, one extra step before I can take a photo, but my husband had put it on for me last time we were taking photos and I had forgotten.

We can be so concerned about living our lives at an accelerated shutter speed sometimes we don’t even realize the lens cap is still on, and we cannot see what God is doing.


Can we see, we need the lens cap off. Lord, open our eyes so we can see what You want to show us, the eyes of our hearts open to the One who made us.

Ephesians 1:18

“By having the eyes of your heart flooded with light, so that you can know and understand the hope to which He has called you and how rich is His glorious inheritance…”

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And if the lens cap is off and we are reaching for what God would like to do with our lives, He can help us work out the details. This was something the Lord said to me about focusing on Him.

Little daughter, simplifying life is as simple as breathing in, slowing down your mind, focusing, instead of a myriad of problems, upon My reality.

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I know I need to calm my heart and my mind sometimes, and trust, allowing God to show me He has peace and calmness to replace my concerns. It amazes me sometimes, when I admit to Him I am stressing and I need to stop stressing, that He listens, and He cares, and He can change the atmosphere I breathe.

The Lord wants us to know He is there, and that He is able to help us to see and live beyond the current stressors that can block our vision.

Point of view and Memorial Day

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Sometimes, the way we view things is not the way they actually are.

When I was a teen, I used to go to a local cemetery on occasion in northern Massachusetts, to do grave rubbings, using a charcoal pencil and big white pieces of paper to bring out the engraved words and drawings on the stone. I used to bike there with a younger brother. I was intrigued by the age of the stones and some of the artwork we found: weeping willow trees, or faces with wings, amidst the history of a graveyard that dated back hundreds of years.


I remember my brother and I discovered this one stone, leaning against a tree, with what we thought was a strange inscription. We could only read some of it. I still remember it, a few decades later: “She opened her mouth and in her tongue was the” and that was it, because the slate was broken and we could not find the rest of it. We imagined it had something to do with the manner of her death; we conjectured maybe it was poison on her tongue, or a dagger; something dangerous, something deadly.

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But a few years later I realized what it was. It was a scripture quote from Proverbs, the King James version of the bible, and a more antiquated way of wording than we were used to. “She opened her mouth and in her tongue was the law of kindness.” Which completely changed the equation, the way I was viewing the story behind that broken stone.

I have seen a number of times that God can do that, change the way we look at things, perceive things, lend understanding when we ask, create a paradigm shift.

Recently  I asked the Lord about this – what we believed to be true transforming into what is truth, and He said this:

Little one, child, take this thought, that I continually change awareness; a higher step, a deeper level, more of My truth is understood, more of My grace received, more of My love revealed.

In my memory, the cemetery was gloomy and surrounded by winter-bare trees, though when I returned recently to take photos, it was a sunny spring day and the trees were sprouting new leaves. We never found the original marker I remembered,  but it was good to see that care was given to even this old cemetery. There were even new flags on some of the markers, several weeks before Memorial Day, even on stones that dated back many years.




Waiting on God


I believe all of us are waiting on something. And though it can be a put-your-feet-up-and-relax while waiting kind of thing, it is often instead tension or dealing with some level of anxiety or pain.

Waiting on God is intentional, trusting, and generally, not easy. I’ve been thinking about this again today because of a family member asking for prayer for a loved one who is unexpectedly in the hospital.

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I do believe when we trust God through something, no matter what the outcome, there is something positive, something strong to hold onto within it that the Lord brings us into. This is something the Lord said to me about waiting a while ago:

Fragments, broken pieces; I bring healing, courage, change. Do you not perceive waiting means standing poised for something greater?

This is what I wrote in my journal in response: Oh Lord! We need to look into the edge of forever and know the (spiritual) leap off the cliff ends in being caught by You.


Some time later I was talking to the Lord about trust, and He talked to me about His love:

Cindy, trusting Me – pushing the envelope- trying to trust Me to a greater degree, and you are asking Me how, you are wondering if it makes a difference.  Cindy, height of My love cannot be scaled. It cannot be quantified.

And this I trust in, His love for us, whatever we are waiting for, and whatever season we are in right now.


Arc of Sky


A couple of times this year I noticed a break in the clouds and the sunlight bright in that relatively small space of sky. I particularly remember one of those times I kept staring at that bright space above me like I wanted to just imprint it on my mind and heart. I’m not sure if it was because there had been so many grey days previously and I was just enjoying seeing natural light, or if somewhere in the back of my mind I was thinking of something the Lord had said to me previously, and I had written in my journal. He was talking about concentrating on Him:

Walking towards Me, towards a foundation of strength, of inner life shining through the rim of your world like light shafting through arc of sky, arc of sky in your vision.


A thousand things distract us. Things we need to do, or would like to do, work and concerns and all the changing emotions that are part of our everyday.

Moments when we notice something beautiful, unexpected, remind us of our Creator and His persistent love for us, and His desire that we seek Him. The Lord was talking to me about this a couple of days ago:

Child, coalesce, coalesce, all your thoughts upon Me. When you feel distracted, distant, unable to focus, call upon Me. I am here in the dark days and bright sky  lights. Little one, trust Me.


I know my life is much richer, walking in that trust, than living apart from an awareness of God.

(Note: First photo is from the wordpress site since I haven’t been able to capture that slice of sky.)