I’d been battling holiday blues over the MSM's holiday schedule of negative events - I pull myself up (prayer, Jesus name) and then slide back down (watching human suffering, vax, the evil loose in the world, split families post Pandemic/vax).
This morning I had some success thinking of miracles in my life, and how they uplift me, and that the Source of Miracles is still with us.
Years ago, I got to know a group of troubled young teens. I lay in bed this morning, remembering how, one by one, they came out of their trauma state like people waking up from coma. One was a young African American girl. ALthough she was black, when speaking to her I felt like she was a faded grey news clipping in dull, lifeless tones. Life had been so cruel she was in hiding in her heart/mind. Then one day she arrived a vivid, blooming ROSE! It was like a different person! She had wrestled past what had been and now had hope for what could come. It almost floored me. I and another woman agreed it was like she was a different person. Blushing sweet smile and sparkling eyes.
One was an autistic young man of 18 or 19. He was shut down, staring at the floor, answering yes or no but little else. One day I joked with him, expecting no reply, and he looked me in the eyes and cleverly joked back! I almost fell to my knees in shocked gratitude. People who knew him said he had been shutdown for a few years and suddenly, DAYLIGHT!!! He certainly fought his way through, and he faithfully prayed despite continuous hardship. And WHAM! :D
Thinking of them, how they bloomed when a little of the pressure came off even for a little while, brought tears of joy to my eyes.
We have been under intensifying pressure and psyops for years. I believe that indoctrinating ourselves with our good memories can help.
God is good, even when times are not. We didn’t fall under the Clinton regime - it would have been the worst period in recorded history had God not spared us.
In the stew of bad news - we have in us Good News. Perhaps turning through the pages of family albums could help remember the good times.
Some are separated from family over ‘vaccine’ disputes - is it possible to remember the good times and savor those, knowing those who have rejected us are duped by trillion dollar psyops and didn’t have the support we have?
Perhaps not for some, but for others? Each of us finding remembrances to grant comfort? Holding the new baby, attending the graduation, and looking ahead for the time when the truth is set free, what might our relationships hold then?
Decorating our own Christmas spirit, one blade of tinsel at a time, staying close to FRens in these hard times.
You help make my Christmas bright.
I'm so grateful for God's gift to the world, and His tireless love. These are the greatest cause for hope!
Merry Christmas!