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The Burglar

 

He broke in while she was sleeping;
He poked around in places he didn’t belong;
He helped himself to some of her valuables;
He even found her secret hiding place —

The place where she kept her deepest thoughts —
The place where she kept many sad memories —
The place where she hid her heart from his kind —
The place where she hid her heart from the herself.

He barged right in, moved things around, and scooped it up.
It was in a box, shattered in a million pieces, labelled

“FRAGILE — Handle With Care! ”

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Source: Yahoo images (demonvash08.deviantart.com)

Why would he want a broken heart?
What good is a broken heart to anyone?
But he didn’t care, he took it anyway!
She was confused!

Elsewhere…
He diligently took the time to put each piece back in its place — every single one.
He diligently applied a bit of glue to seal each crack.
He diligently polished and shined it until it glowed again.

And then to her delight,
He gave it back to her!
”There’s no need to hide your heart anymore,” he said,
“It’s OK now, I’ve mended it, see?”

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She stared in amazement!
She cried…
She smiled…
She laughed…

Her heart was mended;
Her heart was beating again;
Her heart could feel again;
Her heart was once again ALIVE!

It seemed…
He never really ‘took’ anything!
He simply used the items to make the right kind of glue — just for her heart.
He was never a burglar at all,
He was simply her Healer.

He was sent to revive her broken spirit;
He was sent to remind her to laugh;
He was sent to prepare her for the future;
He was sent to show her it’s OK to love again.

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Source: Yahoo images (purposefulfaith.com)

 

*Originally published May 2015

 


Contents written: May 17 2015.
Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises.


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The ultimate measure of a man

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The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

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*Originally published April 2015

Short Stories, Uncategorized

What is ‘True’ Power?

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True power is knowing your strength but having the ability to demonstrate restraint and compassion in the face of anger.
~Moylom Enterprises~

Psalm: 78:38.
But he [God] , being full of compassion, forgave their [children of Isreal] iniquity, and destroyed them not: yea, many a time turned he his anger away, and did not stir up all his wrath. – Bible Offline

Has someone angered you today? The  kids? A coworker? A neighbor? Your pet? A bad driver? How did you react? Did you unleash your wrath to the fullest,  or did you show restraint and compassion? Did you try to put yourself in the other person’s shoes, to understand their point of view or why they acted the way they did?

Psalm: 78: 39.
For he[God] remembered that they [children of Israel] were but flesh; a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again. – Bible Offline

God, in all His infinite wisdom and power, was angered so many times by the children of Israel that He was often tempted to destroy them. But when He remembered that they were fickle, mortal, sin-stained humans, His compassion was revealed when He granted them mercy. Do we show compassion when tempted to anger?  Do we remember to treat others as we would like to be treated? Do we emulate our heavenly Father, to demonstrate our power by showing mercy?

The past 2 weeks were tough for me. The holiday aftermath*  is finally over and we are seeing an uptick in business. This means more time in the field, since I’m the face of the company, and office work takes a back seat (blogging too). I’ve been so exhausted that there were days I’d come home and have to lay down for an hour just to get a second wind to tackle home duties (dishes, laundry, cleaning, dog walking and childcare. Blogging? Not really. Bits and pieces written but nothing is ready for publishing). I felt like I was David and everything else was Goliath! But as they say, it’s a good kind of tired since much needed funds are finally trickling in to take some of the burden off my wrung-dry wallet.

The trouble is, when I’m this much fatigued, strange things start happening: I become easily overwhelmed by raw emotion that I can otherwise keep in check; curse words slip through my otherwise secure filter, conversation seems to take too much work/energy and silence is preferred; patience is non-existent; and comfort foods like ice cream, chocolate, chips, fries and cookies tend to make it to the forefront of the menu with no regret or judgement as opposed to being an occasional snack. Yes, for all intents and purposes I am powerless!

Cookies for dinner
And ice cream too.
Yes,  I’m serious!
Don’t judge.
It’s been an incredibly busy day
These treats were well earned.

It is in these powerless times that my 3 yr old decides to take full advantage. Her ears tend to stop working, timeouts are frequent, tempers are at an all-time high and I am not at my best emotionally, physically or mentally. But strangely, this is when I’m at my spiritual best — perhaps because the only one who can see me through the sea of disaster is the all-powerful HIMSELF. HE steps in to save the day and carries me when my legs can barely take another step — my faith being the only thing that’s left standing! Depleted beyond measure, I cling to HIM with every bit of energy left in me. HE sustains me in ways I cannot fathom and provides me with encouragement to share HIS generous love and mercy with others.

I know that this phase will pass as everything in life is cyclical, so all I can do is trust that the Almighty will carry me through the stormy seas and bring me safely to the peaceful shore which awaits on the other side.

I may not be strong today, and powerlessly I unleashed my wrath failing miserably to show mercy when I would have wanted such a favor be done unto me. And as the curtain draws on this day, I hang my head in shame for the person I’ve been these past few days is not the person I intended to be. Weak and powerless I ask God for forgiveness in hopes He may have mercy on my soul. Tomorrow I must apologize to my loved ones in hopes they will be merciful also.

As I put one foot in front of the other, I must try once more to be the person God and my family will be proud of.

* Holiday aftermath: period when business slows since clients’ primary focus is paying off debt from the Christmas holidays.  

 

 

*Originally published April 2015


Contents written: April 8 2015. Edited April 20 2015. Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises.


Short Stories, Uncategorized

The Thirst…

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In my quest for knowledge I found God.

As I yearned to understand HIM HE blessed me with knowledge.

– Moylom Enterprises

I was raised Christian, specifically, Seventh Day Adventist Christian. But the rules, oh so many rules, made me develop a certain distaste for the entire situation in my teenage years and I eventually stopped going to church after I turned 18. In my early adulthood I didn’t even bother to pray — I figured God, if He was keeping up with my activities, wouldn’t want anything to do with me so I stayed away. Why bother ask HIM for anything, or tell HIM my troubles? Surely, HE had far more important, upright souls more worthy of HIS time than I did! But my spirit was uneasy —  my life, although pretty good, felt a certain amount of emptiness that money, travel, parties, friends, wine, vodka, spas, furnishings and general good times could not and did not fill. I needed something more…

For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?

– Matt 16:26

In the later part of winter 2012, a horrible tragedy befell me and my family and a series of unfortunate incidents followed at a very rapid pace. Everything I had was gone and I almost died! I went from riches to rags — I felt like Job.

…the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; …

– Job 1:21

In the middle of all the mayhem, I still did not cry out to God. I felt I deserved everything that was happening to me and so I suffered in silence as I accepted what I assumed was my punishment. But when the shock of all the trauma wore off and my brain finally began to process all the events I fell to my knees and cried out to God, not for my sake but for the sake of my then 3 month old daughter. I needed to petition for her because she now had only one parent — me. Seeing the mess I was in made me realize I needed help to be the mother she deserved. All my immediate family were thousands of miles away — we were, for all intents and purposes, alone. Sadly, I still never prayed for myself, but thankfully my mother and aunts petitioned to God on my behalf. They prayed fervently, and I prayed too: to be strong (for her), to be a good example (for her), to make things better (for her), to give her the life she deserved. I left myself without so she could have what she needed to thrive in spite of our circumstances. I did whatever I could for her and slowly things began to change. But sadly my pride never let me pray for myself. I did, however, offer prayers of thanks for God’s blessings, for giving me the strength and will to carry on even on the days when I felt I couldn’t take another step or lift myself out of bed. Then one day, it all seemed to be a bit too much and I asked God why. Even though I thought I knew the answer I needed to ask HIM why all this was happening. And as plain as day I heard a voice say, “I have a job for you to do”.

To this day I’m not quite sure what my assignment is, but from that moment on I began to pray for myself. If God needed to use me for something I needed to develop a relationship with HIM. I needed to let HIM in. I needed HIM to repair my broken soul. I also began to read the bible (from the beginning). I felt that if I wasn’t going to church I should at least get to know God for myself, for how else would I know what HE expected of me if I didn’t do research on HIS ‘organization’ and its mode of operation? Just like a prospective applicant would do when applying for employment.

The more I studied, the more I understood how to be a better person. And slowly things have started to fall into place. My faith has been strengthened, my perspective is different, my will to go on is now two-fold — for HIM and for her. I no longer feel defeated for even on the days I fall HE is right beside me with outstretched arms to help me up. I AM NO LONGER ALONE. I no longer chase after the riches the world has to offer since true happiness only comes when we hunger and thirst after God.

But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and HIS righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.

– Matt 6:33

I get it now!!!!

 

*Originally published January 2015


Contents written Jan 3 2015. Edited January 11 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


Short Stories, Uncategorized

“It’s 5 pm, time for dinner!” says the dog.

I’ve had my dog ever since she was 7 months old — rescued her from the ASPCA. She is now 8 years old and all this time I have never fed her at 5 pm, well at least not on a consistent basis. As a matter of fact, I am usually not home until 6:30 or 7 pm so most of our dinners, and hers, have been during that time frame.

But on the weekends, or if I happen to have a day off during the week, doggy starts to do a weird little ‘stare you down until you move’ routine that has me quite puzzled. Why? Because every time I make a trip to the kitchen for a snack she gets a little treat too so she is not starving and can totally wait until the usual dinner hour, but for some strange reason she acts as if she hasn’t eaten all day, or in months for that matter.

She sighs heavily, she moans, she walks over to her food bowl then walks back to me. She puts on the most pitiful face I ever did see, then licks me where ever she can find exposed skin, then moans some more. If it weren’t for the fact that I knew she had been given snacks prior to this display of utter starvation, I would have totally fallen for her antics. But because I know better, it is nothing more than a hilarious ‘bit’ that I now know she is capable of. Why she is so smart and then conveniently doesn’t understand when I tell her to go stand by the door when it’s time to go outside is beyond me but this dog of mine is quite the drama queen worthy of an ‘Actress of the year’ award.

Dogs are just like kids — they are funny, brilliant, capable of mass destruction within a short space of time (seconds), and they are so cute you can’t help but love them, antics and all. So, here I am looking at the clock and waiting for my beloved pooch to put on another performance which I hope to one day get on tape. Perhaps I WILL feed her at 5 pm today — why not? She’s put a lot of hard work into her past performances — she should be rewarded. Right?

“And the award goes to…Drum roll please? …”

 

*Originally published: December 2014


Contents written: 12.26.2014 |  Copyright 2014 Moylom Enterprises


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Broken together

Broken souls
Lerking in the shadows
In hopes no one notices
Our rough edges

The funny thing is…

The ones with whom we lerk,
Broken too,
Are the ones that ultimately
Help us mend

You see…

Looking down
At our own broken pieces
Often seems
Like an overwhelming puzzle

But…

Having someone else
See our shattered mess
From a new perspective
Can shed transforming light

And then…

Just like that
Being broken isn’t so bad
For when two broken souls come together
Life need not be lived in the shadows

And…

Having someone else
Accept you, rough edges and all,
Is actually quite amazing —
Souls no longer broken alone

But…

Broken together

This piece is dedicated to all of you gracious enough to take the time to read my work, offer encouragement, provide inspiration, and accept the bits and pieces of me I have placed on the display for the world to see. You’ve been kind, and I sincerely appreciate the love you’ve extended as you help me mend.  Thanks for accepting me, rough edges and all

 

  • Originally published June 2015

Contents written: June 4 2015 | Edited: June 14 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises