Elyse's thesis about living and serving from the abundance of God's provision and not from the emptiness of personal striving {}lack}

My Cup Runneth over

 Hi Mark,

The following letter is in “elyseannese” (a language made of my musings) and I hope it points you more towards Christ even if you can’t  understand me.

I want to start off that the original quote I said was wrong the wrong quote was

Jeremiah 29:28

28For therefore he sent unto us in Babylon, saying, This captivity is long: build ye houses, and dwell in them; and plant gardens, and eat the fruit of them.

That’s less of the point of moving from survival to thriving but let’s go on a journey throughout the Bible “whose report shall we believe” Isaiah 53:1 but Isaiah 53!!!

Eve the origanal empty cup.

From the garden and the survival that is the temptation getting and knowledge separated from relationships with God as if he is keeping something from us his children….  He’s not but I know you know that.

In Jeremiah the premises is more like the beatitudes we are learning about in church… that God has promised good for his children and in the relationship with them they are blessed. This even in captivity due to their disobedience he is with them ( ps. that alone is a blessing) but not only that but he is going to multiply them! Multiplying them yes in number but also a empty cup that you can see if you read the whole of the chapter.

Jeremiah 30:19

. 19And out of them shall proceed thanksgiving and the voice of them that make merry: and I will multiply them, and they shall not be few; I will also glorify them, and they shall not be small.

Let’s highlight “my cup runneth over” . Our source of everything is Christ. What we offer in the testimony or our relationship with him is not our limited self but limitless Christ. We must be renewed constantly but the source of that renewal has now end. The key is a dependency on Christ rather than our self. 

Psalms 23:5

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over

In community with God not just the brain knowledge of God …. Ps. not including the other knowledges of God. ( for another conversation)

We are to live and serve out of the fullness of God just surviving but thriving on his living water.

John 4:13

Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, 14 but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”.

He is the living water he ie. the Holy Spirit  the final biblical text is ….

John 10:10

The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.

That is Christ design for you he says so.

 What are the consequences ?  

Samson is an example of taking the fullness of our cup for granted.

Judges 16:20-21

And she said, “The Philistines are upon you, Samson!” And he awoke from his sleep and said, “I will go out as at other times and shake myself free.” But he did not know that the Lord had left him. 21 And the Philistines seized him and gouged out his eyes and brought him down to Gaza and bound him with bronze shackles. And he ground at the mill in the prison.

Our God does not leave or forsake his own But we can work outside of relying on him not realizing the strength was him all along.

This was all over the place so email me for more focus conversations.

Words to look for...

sur·vive

/sərˈvīv/

verb

1. continue to live or exist, especially in spite of danger or hardship.

a·bun·dant·ly

/əˈbəndən(t)lē/

adverb

adverb: abundantly

1. in large quantities; plentifully.

thriving

/ˈTHrīviNG/

adjective

1. prosperous and growing; flourishing.

See other scriptures that talk about dependience on God/ serving from a full cup.

Proverbs 3

Mathew 4:4

Deuteronomy 8 

John 14:26

Yours truly 

Elyse S Walker

Whip my hair!

 I whip my hair back and forth!

They whip my mind back and forth.

Identifying the corporate factions playing tug of war with my attentions.

Why cant I stay on task?   Where is my mind at this very moment?   Am I working?  Am I surfing the net?  Both?

We’ve certainly not caught up with the wild fires that our unbridled mental adventures have taken us, of late.   

When I was a child, the picture of unbridled attention was the group of children asleep on the couch with the television buzzing that soul stirring sound it made when the late, late too late movie was over and there was no more to be watched.   We children who were let to stay up to that moment unsupervised considered ourselves the conquerors of media.   We had kept our minds awake past the nowhere land of medias planners.  We were whipping them, we thought!  WUSS! We gloated they wont beat us in John Henry fashion we were setting ourselves up for a challenge that we couldn’t conquer.

There are no boundaries on the time or the subjects that we fight against in this era of media waves. Tsunamis of tidal proportion wash over us and we struggle to keep our heads above water and there is no conqueror and no one captain with whom we are engaging in our insurrection.

Whatever things are good, lovely,...etc. notwithstanding.  We cannot avoid seeing and having to react to the reality of the capacity of the vehicles whipping our brains back and forth.   I am not whipping myself.  HIB(hair I bought) HIG(Hair I grew) etcetera and ad infinitum being whipped in every direction on every subject.    There is no culturally accepted center of the court.   Dorks do this,  cool peeps do that, Christians respond like this and others???  There is no considerate acceptability.  

The simplicity of the 1800s and early 1900s with one standard for each social standard of people and the hierarchical systems of ages past have given way to the self expression guided by who?  We have no idea who is putting those standards out there.  We are being whipped around and about and the systems are looking for a scapegoat and blaming us for being whipped.

A likely story, Peter Pan steps in.  Wendy walks the plank to fight the Establishment and what happens?  A wave takes over and turns the boat over and everyone has to swim to shore collapsed in heart and mind by the magnitude of what we are fighting.  

I dont at all believe that God is smaller than this boogieman.  I simply believe that our individualistic mentality has duped us into believing that an individual can control his own mind and fight this battle himself.  We are all in this rehabilitation movement, whether we know it yet is suspect.

My name is Jayne Walker and I have fallen under the media waves again and I am not breathing on my own yet. Who are you?

mind games NYtimes opinion

Thinking of Pastor Nichols

 https://www.sermonaudio.com/sermons/112625173925815

When the Trumpet of the Lord sounds?

Ken Wimer Sermon 

Glass Angel sadness

 The glass angel!

She was as delicate as she was beautiful!  Each day that I passed her in the Christmas cabinet,  I imagined hanging her on my tree, just the night before Christmas after I kissed her delightfully hand painted face.  I dared not touch her and I couldnt remember where I had gotten her.   I just knew that her placing on the tree was going to be epic.  

Some time ago, I had my mantel covered with angels of different types and textures.  She was part of that collection.   I didn’t realize that she was actually an ornament and not a statue like the others.  My round seated angel lost its head a while ago and stays by my bed waiting to be completely repaired. Her head is kept on her torso by a piece of tape awaiting the crazyglue ceremony that will put her back in the collection.

Two days before the procession to the tree, my curiosity got the better of me.   I took her out in a bit of a rush and tested her connection to her tie…  She looked way more stable.   I held her by the tie which was attached to her halo.  It was not at all connected to her body and she cascaded to the floor like humpty dumpty.   A million pieces of delicate glass went in every direction.  There were no salvageable pieces for the kings horsemen to reassemble or even imagine they could.   My sadness was only outpaced by my regret for not being more careful.Cest’ la vie,  I think not!  She will be remembered????