I have been very hard hearted concerning the refugees. It is difficult not to be when there are so many in this world that struggle every day just to eat and now must watch people come from another country and be given food, clothing and a place to sleep. It is frightening to know that in among these desperate people are people just as desperate to do us harm and have no problem doing so. And yet…what do we do? Do we shut the door on these people, do we make them go home to die? Or do we open our hearts and our home to them? Give them a place to rest their head and recover from their pain. If we show them compassion and kindness; if we work very hard to show what is the best of us isn’t that the better path? We need to show as much compassion to the poor and hungry in our own country as well. This whole experience should help us learn how to open our hearts and minds. I am ashamed at the fear and anger I have shown. I still know that I would fight anyone who intends harm to me or my family or to those that cannot defend themselves. However, I do believe as a Christian we need to help them. We need to show them charity and kindness, but with caution. You can do both. This story is so sad, but it was a realization as well.
I hope this makes you smile as much it made me smile. :D He was helping shop today. He wanted to wear his Halloween costume. Yes, his mother is one of those. She let him. :D I am trying to get the video to post. It is so darn cute!
I have been wondering lately if there was one thing that I could leave my husband, my son or my daughters, my grandchildren what would it be. Would it be a material item or would it be a spiritual, thoughtful one?
What would last longer? What would have more impact? I think that a gift of the heart, a spiritual gift that would ease the pain of the past and enlighten their hearts and minds to make a better future for themselves and others would be the gift I choose. A light in the darkness.
I would love to give them a gift of light that they could look upon and know that I was always there with them in spirit. That my heart was fuller because of the love I had for all of them and the experiences, both good and bad that make us who we are. What made them who they are. Because I love them. All of them with all of my being. Faults and talents. I love them all and all of the tears and laughter having them in my life has brought
I am a Christian. I believe that there is a life after this one. I have experienced it in the most profound, life changing way possible. I have spoken on this before. I wish I could touch their faces and their hands and just pass on what I know deep inside. Though I live my life in pain both from the physical and the emotional, I still know peace at some level because I know ultimately I am not alone. He is there with me.
I wish I could mend their hearts and souls with the knowledge, with this feeling. It breaks my heart to think that I am in any way responsible for the doubts they have and the pain they feel concerning it. And because of things that happened in the past they have this pain and these doubts. And in one case complete disregard of the spiritual. And it makes me sad because they are missing out on something wonderful.
Sometimes I look at myself and wonder why I still believe when my own pain and problems dealing with life seems too much? And I know the answer. Because I know I am not alone. He is with me. I will find my way and I will continue to fight to find a way to show them too that it isn’t about how often you go to Church or how much of the bible you can recite. In the long run it is the church and word within your own spirit and how you live your life. It is the one on one connection that will matter most.
It is how you walk the path. And sometimes you fall on the path, sometimes you fall completely off the path and lose sight of what you were heading to. The darkness overwhelms you and you feel there is no light. But, there is. There is not true darkness without light. Follow that faint light. Your hands and feet will find the path. And eventually you will stand and walk again.
I really love the tone of this poem and the picture is lovely. I so enjoy his poetry.
Originally posted on Poems & Poèmes:
Etang Neuf (Forêt de Rambouillet, France)
1er novembre 2015
©F.G.M. – 2015
Fine mist of colors on the quiet pond.
A light breath of mild air
in the garden of Mysteries.
Winter? November trees quiver,
then slowly lose their Memories.
Your voice? No worries.
Death is only temporary.
they’ll remember everything again.
I am on Day 3 of the NaNoWriMo and I actually have 5 pages done. Hopefully will be working on this some more once I get this work project done today. I am still terrified, but I really need to try and do this. Good luck to any and all who are also doing this. :D. I hope to make new friends and have a great new experience.
So well written. It really resonated with me. I thought I would share.
Originally posted on Life of Wonder:
Yesterday was a tremendous day of a hundred different sparks, like a freakin’ firework. From my own therapeutic perspective to my daughter’s growth as an adult, for me it has been one long day of explosive joy.
It started out with news that Aubrey’s yarn was one of the first sales of yarn crawl at our local yarn store. Like, the yarn hadn’t even been checked into inventory yet when someone scooped it up and bought it. Considering how hard she’s worked on skeining, caking, and winding after working her real job all day, it was gratifying to see her efforts rewarded.
I finally figured out what my therapist was trying to make me see when she said that the company a person chooses to keep says a lot about that person. I didn’t take their choice to mean that I’m “less than.” I realized that just like people who are in love…
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