"Oh Ye of Little Faith" Yet Once So Full of High Hopes......

My morning started off early, reading Facebook posts and catching up from being sick and working.  Going a little nuts as I still can't hear.  Found a silly quiz which led me to a blog.  So I wrote a note there for some publications and the note and the blog are below.  I of course didn't get explicit permission to re-post however i did copy her copyright and credit the author below, for those that it matters to.  

I am still working on finding the creative way to insert something to show all I go through to put my thoughts on "paper" or just clearly get them out of my head.  I had to take a nap in between paragraphs.  I was up way too early and am still getting over being sick.  I rarely sleep and guess it was time to catch up.  Now If I could get my husband (idiot) from screaming like a girl and waking me up.  I was getting ready to try and go to Prescott to have my record cleared by court (a very long story that will eventually be written about) and was going to try and bring my Julie (passed away on 12/25/2014) to her Dave.  Having been so sick I thought I was going to join her literally cleared by heart and mind and I am hoping I have not lost whatever gift I was barely beginning to understand or use.  So back to my nap.  Here is the message I started to leave on the wall of the author below.  I shortened the message to the first 4 sentences and and the rest I brought here.  Since she would surely not have any clue what I was rambling about.  

I was taking a silly Facebook quiz, it said my spiritual gift was compassion, I was looking for the definition and to see if it was indeed a spiritual gift.   A Google search brought me here.  I attempted to request your application on "how to know God's will.  It stated it was no longer available.  Your explanations restored my belief that I may actually serve a purpose.  I guess I am now writing in an effort, that I try to just forget about, to believe there is a God-that there is a plan--and how to know what it is.  Considering my childhood, well most of my life really, accepting that there is a God is not easy.   Actually I always believed there was a God.  I was made to believe He could see me and bad things happened to me because He thought I was bad.  For years that was fine, sad, but ok.  I did learn to be happy for other people.  In turn believing that He could and would protect the innocent, perform miracles, answer prayers---for people who deserved it.

This was the page I found for definition of compassion.  It describes me to a T (pun intended).  Now maybe I can work on figuring out what it is all for.  God's so called plan? When did I become this way?  Did I choose to be this way?  Did someone or something choose it for me?  Or are you born with such traits or are they nurtured?

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Spiritual Gift of Compassion

Compassionate people are another of the serving gifts.These are people persons, quieter and less outgoing than those with a speaking gift of perceiver, teacher or administrator. The gift of compassion includes an almost supernatural sensitivity to the emotions of others. These people get upset when a baby bird falls out of its nest and is grabbed by the neighbors cat.
This unique sensitivity makes them apt to feel wounded or offended easily and they cry over everything. Correction and criticism that would not faze a teacher or administrator  will break the heart of a compassionate person. They live through their feelings. If they feel sad because they weather is rainy, even the excitement of an upcoming vacation probably won’t lift their spirits, because by golly, they feel sad and so it’s a sad day. They need to know that feelings lie, that we can’t base our decisions on how we feel because we’ll make some very bad decisions that way.

In the body of Christ, compassion people are the glue that helps us stick together. They reach out to hurting people, they notice when someone hasn’t been to church in a while and will call them to see if they’re okay. They can sense, in a room full of people, the one person who is feeling lonely and sad. Now, if their gift of compassion has been recognized, appreciated and encouraged, so they have sufficient sense of self worth, the compassion person will reach out to a hurting person with God’s love and comfort. If their gift has been ignored or ridiculed, or unappreciated as a child, they will not understand the importance of their gift and they won’t have the confidence to share it.

More than any other gift, compassion people need to be built up, encouraged and showered with love and hugs. They need to know they are NOT being overly-sensitive when they cry over every little thing. They certainly need to learn some perspective about over-reacting, but they should never be told their feelings are wrong.

Descriptive words:
Sensitive
Love everyone
Hurt when others are hurting
Exceptionally shy
Dislikes confrontation
Quiet
Poor self image
Kind
Needs lots of hugs and affirmations

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And I am off to finish my nap. Or try to anyway. Had to wake up my husband to take his niece to run errands. She apparently is living at his parents house now too with her 4 kids. She is the one who babysat our oldest child when Tony's parents were to have had her for us temporarily. She somehow ended up pregnant at 16 when she was to be watching our child. (that was August of 2005 yet another story to be told in length later).