Ok, so, in Ireland where I am from there is a radio station where the public get to ring up & voice their opinions, freely. Im sure there are a couple of these around the world in different countries. I never really bother with listening to that or any of that other kind of stuff […]
Thought for the day. This post is a reminder to slow down. We we are usually rushing here and rushing there, that we rush past the beauty of nature. We show no gratitude for beauty that surrounds us. It is time to slow down.
Beautiful and thought provoking words from spiritualjourney17.com
Sometimes the most beautiful opportunities bloom on the roadside where life has created a split in the road of our lives.
Yet we are so busy contemplating which path to take that we don’t take time to rest and see or smell the pleasant scent of the beauty that surrounds us that could easily point us in the direction we are meant to take.
Enjoy your day! xo
Wow. This is one beautifully written post, that I can relate to on all levels. Thank you for sharing.
Taking care of myself doesn’t always come naturally to me. I have been thinking a lot lately of the times I gave in to other’s requests or demands and in the process I ended up abandoning myself and my own needs, not being fully aware at the time. I am not sure if it was totally motivated by people pleasing or a desire to be liked or more so that as a soft person I am often overpowered by those with a strong will, or have been in the past. Anyway what ever happened in the past are mistakes that I need to learn from and leave firmly in the past.
I am aware that one of the consequences of emotional neglect or abandonment in childhood is that we don’t learn to know our needs and wants and value those or even feel we have the right to have them. …
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I can relate to the poem as I also have lived in a prison of darkness. I have also written a poem about a prison, but not as well written as this one. Thank you for sharing your feelings in this beautifully written poem
Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
For I wear a mask, I wear a thousand masks.
Masks that I am afraid to take off
And none of them are me.
Pretending is an art that is second nature to me
But don’t be fooled … for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure,
That all is sunny and unruffled with me,
Within me as well as without,
That confidence is my name and coolness my game,
And that I need no one.
But don’t believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask.
My ever varying and ever concealing mask
Beneath which lies no smugness, no complacency.
Beneath dwells the real me, in confusion, in fear, alone.
But I hide this.
I don’t want anyone to know.
I panic at the thought…
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Connection is the key to helping kids learn how to behave, and parents have to be the calm in the midst of their kids’ chaos. This phrase can help.
A Poem: You Are Who You Are by Russell Kelfer
You are who you are for a reason.
You’re part of an intricate plan.
You’re a precious and perfect unique design,
Called God’s special woman or man.
You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb,
You’re just what he wanted to make.
The parents you had were the ones he chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom-designed with God’s plan in mind,
And they bear the Master’s seal.
No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shape your heart.
So that into his likeness you’d grow.
You are who you are for a reason,
You’ve been formed by the Master’s rod.
You are who you are, beloved,
Because there is a God!
(By Russell Kelfer, Adapted from The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren)
Poem – Don’t Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.