The greatest gift.

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The greatest gift to be a mum,
(though often set with thorns.)
The gift of bringing tiny life
That later earth adorns.
Just like the acorn, watch them grow,
We know not what they’ll be
But all our love we freely pour
And later set them free.
We have to trust they’ll stay in touch,
They’ll take the time to love.
To care for us when we grow old
And tell us with a hug.

Love is God.

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Seen this way around it’s easier to understand. “God is love” John states. Not “God is a loving God”. Love that most wonderful, unexplainable, illogical, and irresistible power we all long for in our lives is God’s spirit manifested in us. The degree of love we manifest to others is the measure of our walk with God, (not an adherence to doctrine). “By this shall all men know that you are my disciples, that you have love one for another.” “He that loves has fulfilled the law!”
It’s my personal belief that this is the case even with some unbelievers (that they walk close to God without yet realizing it).

“With fear and great joy”

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Fear and intense joy says it even better.
It’s the feeling that comes when you are party to a miracle. Not simply a routine answer to prayer but the unbelievable, unexplainable, totally outside science and understanding happenings.
Fear comes upon us when confronted with the impossible. Powers so far beyond our understanding invade our comfortable little world and we realise we are but dust, less than dust. Yet fear is closely followed by great joy as it dawns upon us that this immense, uncomprehendable power source loves us. Suddenly all is possible, the problems of the world no longer rest as heavy on our shoulders. God is real and he loves us!

I love spring but it’s hard work!

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I’ve been making the most of the sunny weather. I’ve almost finished digging manure into one side of my allotment. Sounds dreadful but it’s actually non smelly matured stuff, (the fresh manure is for autumn I discovered). It’s actually pleasant to work with, though hard work to dig in a foot down!
My baby lettuces are sprouting in their trays getting ready for transplanting and all my other leafy stuff is planted in mini plastic milk bottle “green houses”. (The root veg are waiting on the non manured bed being finished off).
I’ve even planted flower seeds in a kitchen tray for the pots outside my apartment. I love to see the first tiny shoots coming up after the winter. Spring is here, but it’s hard work sometimes – still it will help me get in shape for summer clothes lol!

Let your soul catch up.

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A group of scientists had to carry out research in a faraway, almost inaccessible place. A group of Mexican carriers were transporting their equipment by hand. Along the way, all the carriers inexplicably stopped at once. The scientists were astonished, then became irritated, finally furious. Why did they not go on? They were wasting time. The Mexicans seemed to be waiting. Then all at once, they started moving again. One of them explained to the scientists what had happened: “Because we had been going so fast, we had left our souls behind. We stopped to wait for our souls.”

We too often leave our souls behind. Caught up in urgency, we forget what is truly important in life. Pushed on by the demon of haste, we forget our souls—our dreams, our warmth, our wonder. From this viewpoint, it is clear how patience is part of kindness, for how can we be kind if we do not respect the rhythm of others? We forget the soul—theirs and ours.
(copied from a friends face book page)

Nice ‘n nasty.

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It was hard to stay “nice”. Sometimes it hurt.

Sarah, her twin had no such qualms, had risen to the top, stepping on whoever dared get in her way. Sometimes Jenny felt like a failure by comparison.

The day had been awful, an argument at home, a put down at the school, nothing was going right. What a birthday!

It slipped out at recess. Her year four pupils had been discussing star signs.

“When’s your birthday, Miss?” an eager voice chimed. Should she lie?

“March 12th.” She hoped they didn’t notice, but they did. Jace caught on right away.

“That’s today! Is it your birthday today?” She nodded. Her eyes moistened as the word caught on and “happy birthday” squeals and songs sped around the playground. it didn’t stop there… Grubby hand written cards appeared, candies wrapped in pages stolen from exercise books and a small bunch of ragged daisies and dandelions appeared on her desk. Best of all was the shy hug from Eisha, the girl that hardly ever spoke.

Back home nestled contentedly with a cup of tea she surveyed her  news feed, predictably full of her sister’s birthday posts, food, wine, luxury presents and false smiles. She grinned into her tea cup. She’d had something better.

“Putting your feet up love?” a voice whispered in her ear. “I managed to get off work early. I felt so bad about this morning. I forgot it was your birthday… thought we could go out, do something.”

“It’s OK, I had the best day ever!”

“Really? I’m so glad… Here … for you.” Embarrassed he thrust a bunch of daffodils into her hands. She knew they were only Tesco, he’d forgotten to take off the label, but to her they were perfect, as all her presents had been.

Awesome Stories 309

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Well worth a reblog. Chill in natures beauty and appreciate the wisdom of the child.

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This week Awesome Stories brings you nature’s magic, kindness, compassion, and better relationships.

Nature’s Magic

I periodically feature Mike Oblinski’s wonderful storm photos, but here is something different from Mike. He and his buddies go on a yearly road trip to get lost and discover new places. I love their sense of adventure and this magical short video offering a brief, but beautiful respite in the mist and woods of the Oregon coast. Enjoy!

Love and Compassion

love, roses, awesome storiesBeyond being a successful neurosurgeon, Dr. James Doty is an advocate for the magic of love. I recently read his book, Into the Magic Shop, telling his story of learning about magic from Ruth. It wasn’t the kind of magic to do tricks, but rather the magic of learning to influence your body, mind, and heart for the good of all. After a challenging childhood, James went on to become a successful…

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Often the deciding issue is where and when one stops fighting!

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An old quote says, “if you resign yourself to fate you’ll find fate accepts your resignation.”

The last couple of weeks have been a time of heavy battles. The first – my youngest daughter’s family’s urgent move was completed yesterday and a resounding victory!

The 2nd. battle followed hard on its heels when 2 days ago my grand daughter in China escaped a diabetic coma by minutes. It was a total shock as, as far as we all knew, there was no diabetes in either family. She could have died or suffered serious repercussions, but God is merciful, and she was in a hospital when it hit and was soon out of immediate danger.

The battle continues for the next step that her pancreas can recover and produce the insulin she needs to avoid being diabetes one and needing daily shots. After that it will be for a full recovery. Sometimes prayer is instant and sometimes, like this, goes in stages. The former is much easier. I’ve learned never to accept an impossibility or half way answer, but sometimes the battle is long fought.

Another daughter is an encouraging illustration of this. Not accepting her autistic child being diagnosed as “severely retarded” she hung on in there for over 5 years till now his evaluation is “higher functioning” (will she stop there? I doubt it!)

There’s always the temptation to “make do” with half an answer, when, if we continue to fight on we can have what we really need. It’s a balance between facing realities (faith is not living in la la land) and still expecting miracles. Visiting my daughter’s family’s new apartment, sun streaming through the windows, walls immaculate, her husband now in a well paying job after starting from scratch in the UK I thank God we hung in there and claimed  above our expectations. God willing (which He is) this new battle will end the same, in total victory.

For all of you brave folks facing similar battles, I pray, tough as it is, that you will come through to glorious victory.

 

 

sometimes I just don’t understand.

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It’s hard for me to understand when people act deviously and without integrity, I can’t see the motivation. Over my 65 years of life I’ve seen the inevitability of these things boomeranging back. “You reap what you sow” has proved true in my experience, if not in physical losses then in an embittered and lonely old age.

The last two weeks have hit crisis point for my youngest daughter’s family in a year long struggle to get their landlord to properly fix the heating. Penny wise, but pound foolish he now has severe damp, mound and rot in one of the rooms, plus they are moving out as the house is rapidly becoming uninhabitable. Even this move was only possible due to a threat to expose them to the local council. It’s ugly to have to use such leverage and they hate it, but they have a young child.

God, as ever, has taken care of them providing a super nice apartment close by with a more responsible landlord, but I feel sad for the pretty little house going to rack and ruin and the landlord, who repeatedly lied, has lost all credence with the estate agent that manages the property. They loved the tiny house and were good tenants. Now he has to do the work anyway while the house sits empty and word has spread. It will be hard for him to get good tenants now. So sad.