Beyond the Shadows: Finding hope and the courage to create new seasons of life eBook: Cecelia Catherine Loppy: Kindle Store

Beyond the Shadows: Finding hope and the courage to create new seasons of life eBook: Cecelia Catherine Loppy: Kindle Store
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The Canvas

All I could see was a faded portrait that looks like a princess. Looking from afar I couldn’t see the artist. So I drew closer to satisfy my curiosity.

There was someone painting that I couldn’t see. But I saw a beautiful wooden paintbrush tracing the face of a faded daughter. The colours were beyond description. I’ve never seen such living colours that kindle your spirit to life. Where did he get those colours from? I asked. While still pondering, I saw a hand glittering in shinning splendour holding the brush and painting stunningly. At that sight, my heart skipped beating so fast and leaving me breathless.

I started seeing what looks like my eyes, my nose, my ears, the shape of my mouth. The picture was so dazzling that it kept drawing me closer. The more I stepped forward, the more I see a reflection of what looks like me on the canvas. My mind asks ‘could that be me or someone else’? No, that can’t be me. The portrait was too beautiful to resemble me. It shows no hint of the wounds nor the scars I bear. How could something so beautiful look like me? No, there is a mistake here. Who is painting this portrait? How come all I could see was a hand holding a brush. So I yelled out, “Hello, who’s there? Can you hear me? Hello?”

Then I heard a voice like the sounds of many waters. Suddenly I could sense who the painter was. His presence began to fill the atmosphere, stilling my heart and possessing my mind. I turn around to trace where this presence was coming from. But He was everywhere. Inexplicably my heart got caught in an orbit, in a rhythm so intense that all I could do was close my eyes and get drenched into the never-ending presence that filled the atmosphere. And when I finally opened my eyes – there it was in His hands, a finished masterpiece portrait that could only look like His Princess.
And that was me in the magnificently painted Canvas.

He said you are BEAUTIFUL. How do you see yourself?

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Finding Purpose in the Seasons of Life

Where are you Dad?

It is Father’s Day today in Australia and New Zealand, and as I reflect on the importance of fathers in our society and our lives as children, I am left pondering about the many out there who don’t have a father, or who are grieving because of the absence of their fathers from home.

Last week I encountered two different girls with the same hunger and pain burning in their hearts. The first one was a fifteen-year-old who was lamenting about her dad’s absence for six years. What’s fascinating is that while he abandons her, she longs to have a career like her dad. This young teenager secretly admires her dad even though he wants nothing to do with her. How heartbreaking and touching to listen to her with no hatred or anger in her voice. The brave girl has accepted her situation and decided to move on with her life. Her story taught me how to surrender our challenges to God and allow Him to take control.

Two days later, I met this little seven-year-old girl. I was helping her with some craftwork when her friend reminded us of Father’s Day. Within seconds her eyes bulge with tears as she said in a sorrowful voice, ‘I don’t have a father but I want one.’ Goodness me, I didn’t see that coming, she took me unawares. I quickly said to her, ‘mine isn’t here with me either, but you know what, God is our Father and He is the best.’ Her friend said to her, ‘that’s okay, I love you and am here.’ Suddenly her voice and appearance changed from a sad little girl to a jovial tone as she smiles and laughs. That was a relief for me!

Where am I going you asked? I think that’s obvious.

Every child needs a father and to be surrounded by a father’s love. Research has proved over and again the vital role of a father in a child’s life and the devastating effect being fatherless can have on a child. The absence of a father’s love can cause children to go searching in the wrong places, leading to heartbreaking results. Many fathers don’t seem to understand the gap their absence creates in their children’s life. I salute the many mothers who do all they can to fill the gap. However, they just can’t do it, no matter how they try. The absence of a father affects children far more than we know.

I understand that some fathers may not know how to demonstrate love and care to their children. Perhaps they have never experienced a father’s love themselves; it’s hard to give what you don’t have. But I’ve seen others take the challenge and learn how to love even when they’ve never had the experience. If you have the availability and opportunity to show love to your children, please reach out, no matter who your children are, where they are, or what they have done. We still need your love, even if we don’t admit it.

I’ve seen fathers sacrifice time with their family for career, calling or ministry. You need to work to provide for your family, but there needs to be a balance as to how much of your time goes to work and family, especially when you have growing children. Giving them only the leftovers of your busy day won’t do. Children need your attention daily for at least one to two hours a day, if you are to have a healthy and blossoming relationship.

Happy Father’s Day Dad, and to all Fathers out there.

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Finding Purpose in the Seasons of Life

When it becomes normal, I’m dancing!

When Singlehood becomes normal, you find yourself dancing in the rhythm of this gracious gift. Singlehood is not some ‘disease’ to be cured with marriage. It is a gift that you’re meant to treasure, study, nurture, nourish, prune, maximise and allow it to grow you into what it is intended, and take you to the next stage (whatever it is that God has planned).

Yes, I am dancing…

My feet racing to him
My hands in total surrender
My body longing to fall in his arms
My mind travelling a thousand miles searching for his countenance
My heart pounding with unending love
Oh, how I want to dance, dance in the fire of Your love.

I feel a constant burning
Like fire in my heart
It cuts through, awakening my soul and stirring my spirit
The fire of love burning in me
Leaving me hungry and yearning to be in Your presence
Oh, how I want to dance, dance in the fire of Your love.

Finding Purpose in the Seasons of Life

Dealing with the Past!

When the past comes chasing trying to steal your peace, distorting your emotions, destabilising your thoughts and wanting to take resident in your heart, do not put it off, but face it with great audacity and tell it where it belongs.

I learned and believe that darkness surrenders to light (John 1:5), so I am prepared to shine the most magnificent LIGHT of my Redeemer into my wounded past, exposing and bringing them to surrender at His feet.

My mind is too precious to think about anything else but His love for me
My heart so delicately formed to only house, my Lord and King
My ears tuned only to hear His voice and not the sound of darkness
My eyes finely positioned only to behold the marvellous things He has in store for me
My feet trained to trample upon the dark past in victory
My hands made to switch on the Light of His Redemptive work in my life
Furthermore, my mouth anointed to speak His promises that will never fail

So I am ready to face those struggles, the fears and the shadows with the Power of God’s Spirit that lives in me.
It is time to set the record straight and rewrite not my story but His for my life.

Finding Purpose in the Seasons of Life

A chair at the Table. Really?

Rushing through the door into the big dining hall, she was awestruck when she noticed the difference in the atmosphere, from the golden silk tablecloth with white embroidery covering the dining table to the brightly burning candle lights set on golden stands artistically designed. She draws close as she caught sight of the patterned petals on the tablecloth, the fine dining cutleries with gold-plated patens, and the sound of the soft music playing.

What took her breath was the people seated at the table smiling and chatting. They all look so elegantly dress like royals. She looked around again to see if she could find anything familiar, or any traces of what they’ve been through before invited at the dining, but there was nothing she could trace. Suddenly the fresh warm tears like waterfall landed on her cheeks and down her outfit. She whispers to herself, “What am I doing here? Nobody looks like me. These are perfectly dressed refined people seated at a high table for a big super.” To the left of the table, there was an empty chair next to the Host. What she doesn’t realise was that all the people seated at the table have issues and circumstances beneath their fancy dressing. No one was perfect. It was GRACE that picked them up from their predicaments and clothed them so beautifully you can never imagine they’ve been through storms and brokenness.

She was about to run away when her eyes cross path with his, sending an electrifying standstill in the air. He seems to be the Host on the table. She quickly turned away to leave the room. However, before she could get to the door of the building, he caught her. She felt a warm, gentle grip on her arm. She turned around to see who it was, and there he took her into his arms and said, “excuse me, I believe the empty chair at the table is yours.”
She was lost for words, which is surprisingly not like her, as she is generally very conversational and seems to have an answer for everything, except this time around she couldn’t. Nor was she able to take her eyes off his. She was shaking as her heart melts on the inside, with unexplainable thrill. Lost in awe, trapped, and paralysed to her feet, she quickly replied, “sorry, it is not my seat,” trying to control her cracking voice.
“Yes, it is yours, and I made it ready and waiting for you,” he replied.
“No, I think I am in the wrong place. I don’t belong here. Who are you and why did you run after me?” She asked.
However, he took her by the hand and led her back into the dining hall, and to her seat saying, “I am the One who prepared a place at the table for you.”

There she was again reasoning within her while seated at a table where everyone seems to have it together, or so she thought — pondering why she felt like a misfit.
Anxious and so distraught, her glass of wine slipped through her fingers making a mess of her outfit. “Ohh no, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to be clumsy,” she cried in disbelief. He rushed to her seat assuring her it was okay and not to worry.

She excused herself from the table and rushed to the ladies’ room with both hands on her face covering her rolling tears. “What was I doing?”
Suddenly, like a flash, as she stares into the mirror, the realisation hits her. There’s a choice to either stay at the table and drink from the gift of grace or walk away feeling and living like a misfit.

Have you ever felt like a misfit in your world? I have, and this article here refers to me. You know what though, all of us at some point feel unfit for the challenges and roles set before us, and the free gift of grace presented to us. So you are not alone. The good news is no matter who you are; you have a place at His table if only you allow Him to lead you. However, the choice is yours to make.

Will you accept the invitation of GRACE to partake at His table or will you walk away?

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Finding Purpose in the Seasons of Life

The Wooden Cross!

The Cross that brought me back to my senses
The Cross that broke the chains of bondage
The Cross that brought restoration in my life
The Cross that saved me
The Cross that stood tall on Calvary’s Hill
The Cross draining with blood
My Saviour’s blood that wiped away my sins
Oh the Precious Blood of The Lamb slain for me
The Powerful Cross that redeems

The Cross where my Saviour was hung
The Cross that made history
The Cross that will never fade away
The Cross still saving lives for over two thousand years.
The Cross that took my sins away
The Cross built for me
The Power of the Wooden Cross
The Cross that made a way
The blessed Cross where my Saviour defeated sin
The Powerful Cross that redeems

If not for the Cross where would I be….Thank you for saying ‘YES’ to the Cross and for rising up the third day. You defeated death and the power of the grave, and You are seated at the right hand of God the Father interceding for me.
Now I am forgiven, saved, justified and on the journey of sanctification.
I am loved, favoured, called, chosen and set apart for Your Glory.
Thank You, Jesus.

Happy Easter to all my followers and readers.
May this Easter be filled with blessings and divine encounter of Jesus’ unconditional love for you.

God’s blessings.

Finding Purpose in the Seasons of Life

This Tapestry of Life!

What was I thinking? That life was going to be one long journey with few bumps on the road. Was I ever told that putting together the yarn and fabric of my life was going to be easy? Sometimes the needle pierces deep where I don’t expect, and other times it resurrects the hidden unhealed wounds, while the pruning of unwanted edges leaves a painful reaction.

Sometimes life experiences seem unending, with different issues and situations knocking you off anytime you encounter one. In those moments, it is hard to see the good they’ll ever bring. However, I bet some of those experiences made us stronger today to face the next challenge.
For me, I am still overwhelmed at how God is turning the ugly and indescribable mess in my life into a new story of courage, hope and grace.

How He is going to turn this life into a beautiful tapestry only He knows. I look at my life like these yarns; they don’t look anything close to finishing with different individual threads, shades, smell, colour, and touch. Each colour represents a life experience for me, and some colours I don’t like, but why He is putting them together, I have no idea. Should I choose to believe and trust that they will make a beautiful story at the end? That’s a tough one, but am gradually learning to trust Him with the outcome.

Can I see Him weave my scarred life with beautiful colours of grace? Can I see Him in every pain I face, in the brokenness of life, in the depth of sorrow, in the laughter, and through the storm? Can I choose to see Him when I can’t explain my mind or interpret the tantrums going crazy in my thoughts, and stubbornly refusing to make sense? Yes, I can.

I know each chapter of life has a purpose, but I would have love only to see the beautiful seasons weaved together and the ugly ones left out; or believe the ugly stages will add richness in perfecting the masterpiece. Nevertheless, God has assured me that all the colours knit together with a touch of His grace, will shape and reveal the beautiful splendour of the final masterpiece.

Dare I see through the eyes of change and reason through the mind of newness as I watch this tapestry unfold?

Oh yes, I dare myself to see beauty through the scars and His grace unravel in my mess.

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