Mumbo Jumbo

Mumbo-jumbo.

Noun, informal. Language or ritual causing or intended to cause confusion or bewilderment. 

Synonyms: nonsense, gibberish, claptrap, rubbish, balderdash, blather, hocus-pocus; informal: gobbledygook, bafflegab.
Sometimes I look up the most useless information ever. But now I so want to just casually use gobbledygook in a conversation somewhere. I mean, in all seriousness. “Oh it was just such gobbledygook!” 

I am so sure that my older girl would certainly like it- she would laugh her head off at the sound of that for she loves her fancy descriptive words. 

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I love my life story. I love that all of it points to God. To His work, His doings… and after a few things in life you start to learn how to trust. Almost blindly. At first it was questionable as in any new experience. Then it grew more solid. Then it was without question or doubt. You almost don’t even blink. As human as I am, there’s a part that is so unexplainable, even I don’t get it sometimes. And it’s no matter the outcome. 

When you learn, once in life, that it is not about the outcome but about the act of obedience, and each story of the Bible becomes so real, so true, there’s no way to go back… then that act of trust becomes so natural you don’t even know how it came to be so easy. And until another feels that same kind of feeling, it feels like no other would understand. 

And so the peace that comes from it, is only because of that trust. Without knowing what or why, or the end result. 

Sometimes, all I can say is, thank you God! The God who is in control, all knowing, all understanding. Sometimes you wonder if you have a special relationship because He is so kind. (Even though there is something so wonderful about a Heavenly Father who can love one child as much as another, even if that loves feels unique and special and so personal.) 
Current favorites: 

  • Homemade zucchini vegetable spread on pumpernickel bread. 
  • German sauerkraut (just fermented and not made with vinegar!) 
  • Midnight thunderstorms.
  • Sleeping with the windows open.
  • Foreign films with subtitles. 
  • Good powerful music. A current one that I really love is called, No Longer Slaves by Bethel music. “I’m no longer a slave to fear. I am a child of God.” 

When you don’t just sing but believe the words you sing, how amazing to be able to sing your heart out with such power, as the female singer does as the song comes to an end. 
My favorite way to listen to music is to close my eyes. I remember watching the end of the movie, Alone in Berlin, and just closing my eyes to the music in the end with the credits. I could see, feel the keys being pressed down…

  • Children’s picture books. 

“Grown-ups are certainly very, very strange.” – from The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupéry
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The one who digs for dirt will always find dirt.

I find that there are those out there,  that as much as it may seem live in a free country, they walk as slaves. Shackled and chained by the  invisible chains of fear, control, manipulation… 

 

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