Walk the walk
Filly’s sister wanted to establish a phone tree. She used as her logic, a dastardly story about someone who needed help, and had died, and no one knew. It caused her a sleepless night. She wanted to make sure that no one in their family was ever in that circumstance.
Filly did not like being told stories about dastardly events, and wanted to focus on joy events. But to be in agreement with her sisters mindset, she told her an equally dastardly story about a wonderful lady who had just been put in a memory care facility, and how she did not even recognize her own husband.
“You tell me a horrible story, and I can one up you and tell you an even MORE horrible story” Filly said laughing.
“I know I know” said her sister. “I did not think you wanted to talk about this and I had to think about whether or not to tell you.”
“Next time you want to tell me a dastardly story, you will think twice” Filly said laughing.
Filly believed that giving space in one’s thinking to something negative, sad or traumatic, pushed out space that could be given for things that were good, pure, joyful and uplifting. People got to choose what ideas they gave the “real estate” of their thinking to.
That was the whole concept of the “train of thought” was that it was always going in the same general direction and that nobody could get off the tracks. Kind of like that song by Anna Nalick Breathe *2 AM
Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable
And life’s like an hourglass glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, boys
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe
Filly, thinking out side the box, suddenly realized that the car that was on the cable that was dragging everything down, was one that could be “derailed”. That was her outside the box thinking.
Not all cars were kept on the cable. Not all hourglass are glued to a table.
She had gotten back from her walking workout. The washcloth that she kept wrapped around a hot pink ice pack was almost dry and the ice pack was not cold any more. She had taken pictures of all the trees that had been cut and all the branches that were stacked in the street.
To her it symbolized excess useless branches of government that were about to be thinned out. It was a sign of less waste, more efficiency and better management of things by those entrusted with law and order. The cumbersome, wasteful and dishonest government entities, were about to lose their funding and be cut. Simple as that.
Filly wanted to know what God said about the new law in California that denied parents the rights to be informed of their children’s “choices” in school. So she picked her randomly chosen bible verse for the day.
“I said, “Listen, you leaders of Israel!
You are supposed to know right from wrong,
but you are the very ones
who hate good and love evil.
You skin my people alive
and tear the flesh from their bones.
Yes, you eat my people’s flesh,
strip off their skin,
and break their bones.
You chop them up
like meat for the cooking pot.
Then you beg the LORD for help in times of trouble!
Do you really expect him to answer?
After all the evil you have done,
he won’t even look at you!”
Israel in this case, Filly thought was what “is Real” in California, which was that God wanted parents, not schools, to decide what was best for their children. And the bible was saying that to do such evil to parents, was … well it was not good. And God was watching.
Doing trans surgeries, was stripping off their skin. Confusing children by making them believe that “truth” was whatever they believed, even if it was false, was like chopping them up… meat for the cooking pot. Denying children the counsel of their parents, was like breaking their bones. The bible, as always was relevant, and also was giving a warning. But apparently in California, they were not listening.
But Filly was listening. She had counseled someone in that position of being gender confused (because of exposure to dishonest social media), to recognize that their “friends” were actually self serving, and that family was the one who had the best interests of the child at heart.
Family would not abandon their members when things became tough. Fair weather friends would. And the fair weather had ended. They had already endured Hurricane Beryl. The storms were not over. That was what Filly thought.
She was grateful for how God worked things out to protect children, family and goodness and purity. God did not make children deficient or confused. Parents who had not listened to evil, also wanted to help their children grow, use their talents, meet mates of the opposite gender and have families, honoring God and his laws.
There were many layers of communication in the world. But none of the layers were hidden from God.
Filly hoped California would listen to God. Their Governor was not listening. He was not walking the walk.