God Made a Black Bear Virgo
I’m going to step out of the box to write tonight, so I’m offering a preface on my topic. I will be discussing horoscopes to an extent. I know many religious people are completely against horoscopes, so if you choose to read no further, I understand and hope you will come back tomorrow. However, I will NOT be promoting the use of horoscopes. I just want to let you know I will be including them in my thoughts tonight.
Several weeks ago we were standing in the check out line at Wal-Mart. Chris was reading the headlines on the magazines on the end cap and says, “Hey, there’s a you a Woman’s World magazine.”
I ignored him and started stacking items on the conveyor belt.
Again he made a comment about the magazine. I eyed him and asked, “Why do you want me to buy a Woman’s World?”
It turns out there was an article in it on losing weight drinking coffee in the magazine and wanted to read it, but didn’t want to buy a magazine for women. So, we bought the magazine, and I didn’t think anything else about it.
I came home for school several days later and found it lying open on my chair. I smiled, wondering what article he found that he thought I needed to read.
I was very surprised when I glanced down and noticed the headline. “Ancient key to happiness: Your Native American horoscope!”.
We aren’t really horoscope people. We don’t absolutely boycott them, but we definitely don’t go out of our way to read them either.
So, intrigued, I glanced to see how this worked. Based on your birthday you’re assigned an animal. I was a Brown bear. Already off to a questionable start in my mind.
Then I read that a Brown bear is a … “dependable leader!” Ok, we’re getting a little better.
The entire description goes as follows:
“Pragmatic and methodical, the Bear’s level- headedness makes her an excellent business partner, teacher and mentor,” says Venefica. The Bear also has an enormous heart and will do anything to keep loved ones safe–and spoiled! “This Native American animal symbol showers goodness!”
I’m not going to lie. I was annoyed after I read this. I don’t want to be many of those things, but I am. I happened to read that right after a situation where I was super irritated about some of those very things.
I was looking at others who always seem to get recognized, promoted, the “good” jobs, and thinking about how I am better equipped and yet always overlooked. I was irritated because I am who I am, and yet I don’t go out of my way to “promote” myself and never seem to have someone championing me.
It seems like I’m never friends with the right people, a member of the right group, or in the right place at right time. You know the saying, “A day late and a dollar short.”
That seems to be me.
So, when I read this Native American horoscope I was annoyed. I didn’t want to be a stupid Brown bear.
“Good thing I don’t buy in to horoscopes of any origin!” I thought to myself as I began scanning the page for an animal that better fits my personality.
Instead, my eyes were drawn to the animals that were assigned to family members. And I was slightly awed at how accurate they were. So, I stopped reading. I didn’t want the descriptions to be accurate. Remember, I’m very annoyed by my Brown bear descriptors.
Ok, so I don’t really place much stock in horoscopes. I don’t believe the stars or Brown bears direct my future nor hold my past. I know that God is the only One who has the power to do those things.
I do wonder, however, how often I’m frustrated by things He created in me on purpose. Yes, on purpose.
I know that many of my character traits are results of my free-will, but an equal amount of them were ingrained on my DNA from creation.
I am a protector by nature. I have not intentionally developed those skills or abilities. They are ingrained into me. I will do whatever is necessary to keep those I love safe. It’s who I am. I can’t change that. Truth be told, I bet God made me that way on purpose for His purpose.
God has chosen the poor of this world to be rich in faith and heirs in His kingdom.
Wow. That is truly amazing.
I look at the blessings others seem to get here on earth, but I overlook the blessings promised to His children. It may seem that I get passed over or overlooked when I have what it takes. It may seem that I don’t have the “right” friends in the “right” places.
However, I DO have the right Friend in the right place. He created me the way I am. He gave me the personality I have for a reason. I have even experienced the trials I’ve experienced for a reason.
It is not up to me to assign worth to myself or anyone else. That job belongs to God alone. It is my job to love my neighbor as myself regardless of how that neighbor looks. And, since I am a protector, I should protect that neighbor just like they were one of my own children.
I am black bear…hear me roar! RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Excerpt taken from Women’s World Volume XXXIII, Number 45, November 5, 2012