See you all in a couple of weeks. Tomorrow my friend and I are off to Barcelona for 10 days courtesy of my wonderful kids who gave me a surprise birthday gift of tickets for two and some spending money anywhere in Europe back in August. After some delays (ruling out the more beach type venues) we settled on Barcelona. I’ve wanted to see the wonderful architecture there since my college days (and it does have beaches so I’ll still see the sea.) I’m hopping with excitement!
I couldn’t express this better. Well worth reading!
I was dismayed to see how few places were selling poppies this year. It used to be that there was nowhere you could not buy one. This year, I had to look. And yet, in almost every town and village today, there will be poppies. Not just in this country, but in many others around the world. Paper symbols that defy the divisions created by borders and unite us in a common act of remembrance and gratitude for those who risked and gave their lives that the next generations might be born into a free world.
We do not remember some mythical conflict that glorifies the horrors of war. We remember those who fought, men and women, even animals. We remember that of those who went to war, many did not return. Some were volunteers, others conscripted…. to many were little more than children, just teenagers. All faced death, mutilation…
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Looking back on a long and somewhat unusual and adventurous life, one of the most important things for me is not how much money I have in the bank, how many of my goals I accomplished etc. No, when you become old it’s important that you have a peace with yourself, to look back and know you did the best you could. You may not always have gotten it right, but you tried. That you might have blown it a lot of times but you didn’t chicken out or pull your punches, that you lived in integrity as much as you were able.
These things bring peace in old age. I know some who do not have this peace, though they have been forgiven they find it hard to forgive themselves. We tend to lose our critics along the path of life, but our own heart ever holds the mirror.
Originally posted on Rich Proctor Photography: ? There is beauty Despite foul political winds There is beauty Removed from others selfish ends There is beauty When things don’t go our way There is beauty Even on our darkest day There is beauty When it all seems lost There is beauty When we can’t count the…
It was hard to see how this one could work out to the good. From an outside standpoint both candidates were manifestly not people I’d want to see with any kind of power let alone the US presidency (it seems many Americans felt much the same).
I must admit to a slight sigh of relief that at least the Putin/Clinton sabre rattling is not going to go into effect (we are too close for comfort!) What lies ahead for the US is uncertain. Many seem to have linked the Trump triumph to Brexit, but while the thought that voters just might have scored over the powers that run things behind the scenes, the comparison for me ends there.
As a Brexit voter I had solid political and economic reasons for my vote, I fear many may have voted for Trump to escape Clinton (that woman is pure evil!) Of course I don’t have the same understanding of the issues as an American, but for sure the world is a little more shaky this morning, but it could have been even worse I guess.
I took comfort in one of my US friends Face book post. It said. “Whoever is president God is King!”
My memory files are old, the draws rusted, hard to extract. The pages themselves abound with moth-holes.
Yet sometimes a picture, music, smell or sensation unlocks a door and I find myself in a past time, basking in its warm glow. I remember how it felt to be a child, a teenager, new mother, my first taste of the orient etc. etc. Sweet feelings overwhelm me and for a few blissful moments I taste the past again.
Like the hedgehog, as I gaze I’m back. Me and my sister, peering, noses cold against the window, all a hush as a dark, prickly shape appears, hesitantly nearing the saucer of milk my mother set out every night. I remember the cold of the kitchen, but the warmth of our hearts, my mother’s soft smile – she helped more than hedgehogs. The tiny creature lapping eagerly outside our door was our shared secret.
“The very words of God are tingling with supernatural power to be released by the touch of your faith!”
Take the fight up to a higher level. Things impossible on the physical plane become possible on the spiritual one.
“The weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty to the pulling down of strongholds (disease, corruption, fear, hate, greed,) casting down imaginations (doubts, fears, negativity, impossibilities, things we think that impede us) and every high thing that exults itself against the knowledge of God. Bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ.”
We’ve been endowed with the most powerful weapons on earth, but they must be grasped and used on the spiritual plain, we access that through the absorption of God’s Word.