The Remedy

The Remedy for frustration

Peter 1:5,6
And beside this, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge;
And to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness;
Let the Lord do it through you --- in His way and in His time.

Ecclesiastes 3:1
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

The Remedy for stress"

Come to me, Ye who are weary and over burdened. I will give you rest

Matthew 11:2

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The remdy for discontent

"I have learned in whatever state (circumstances) I am, to be content." (

Philippians 4:11)

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The Remedy for anger

He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city.

Proverbs

The Remedy for anxiety

And why are you anxious about what to wear? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. And yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed like one of these.

Matthew 6:28-29

The Remedy for defeat

With men it is impossible; but to God all things are possible. Matthew 19:26

The Remedy for weariness

Who refreshes others will be refreshed.

Proverbs 11:25

The Remedy for uncertainty

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your paths. -

Proverbs 3:5,6

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The Remedy for fear

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.
John 4. 18.

Child of our times

In modern society the media has an incredible level of influence over us. We are saturated in images of all kinds and bombarded with advertising, often subliminally, without our conscious realization.

Children are so very vulnerable to dominant ideologies present within all types of media. Children spend much less time in adult company than ever they did before and as a result their identities are primarily moulded by the shape of the outside world (their peer group, and the stylised reality created by film, television, video games and the music industry) The dynamics of family relationships within the context of the home have changed so dramatically over the last 60 years or so. The concepts of respect, coop oration and personal responsibility are not nurtured within a loving, secure and safe environment under the gentle guidance of adults as they used to be. This has created a generation of children that are simultaneously both intellectually advanced, worldly, sophisticated yet emotionally underdeveloped and often not mature enough to cope with the onslaught of information presented to them. The countless choices available to us these days has in many ways become restrictive we become paralysed by indecision. Equally children have become, sadly it seems, quite desensitised to the pure simple joys of life. Their brains work at the speed of scene changes in a movie sequence. Life has become so super fast and super charged. There is no space for kids to just be. Their is no millimetre left between for creativity to seep, for dreams to grow, for contentment to meander through in search of simple carefree joy. And shouldn't that be what childhood is all about. Simplicity, security, joy?

According to popular representations within the media, girls have to use their sexuality to succeed, to be popular, to be admired, to find somebody to love them. It seems to be unquestionably assumed that the way a person looks both reflects and determines their level of success in life. Equally, the amount of money one earns equates with their level of influence and importance in the world. Boys have to be tough and unemotional, life should never get to serious, feelings should never run to deep, honesty doesn't apply unless used as a power tool to intimidate, dominate and control others. Judging those less intelligent, powerful and fortunate than ourselves has become a national past time. And we wonder why everyone is so defensive, anxious and unsatisfied?!?!?

I have four little girls and I certainly restrict much of their exposure to all types of media. I want them to learn compassion, I want them to grow into their personalities naturally instead of superimposing them from a montage of characters on a television show. I want them to hold true to their beliefs and not feel they have to compromise them to fit in. I don't want them to think that they have to have the coolest clothes and the newest toys to be popular with their friends.

I want them to stay children within the safe realm of childhood for as long as they need to. It is such a precious time. It is the foundation on which the rest of a life is built. It should be cherished. It should be sacred.

Sharing a few of our Summertime Activities

You are not alone

Sometimes all we need to do is be still and acknowledge that God is right there with us. Standing beside us through it all.

My Wedding Day

My wedding day was a simple affair. We were married in a beautiful old Catholic church,

Although we were married in the morning, the church seemed to be draped in a soft candlelit veil and dewy sunlight, scattered fragmented shards of stain glass across the carved wooden pews and polished floors.

Pachabel's Canon, accompanied me up the aisle. My little girl dressed like a little satin rosebud exchanged my footsteps for petals.

A sudden silence seemed to fall around us as we said our vows.

Ripples of light, echoed words that made an eternal promise. To one another and God.

It was early March and, before we left the hotel where we were staying, we could see from our window that the rain had already spattered the pavements. Polishing the concrete up to a good shine.

I had to run from the car to the church doorway to avoid getting wet.

Yet, after the ceremony, as we came out onto the street, rain simply stopped. Almost to the second. Such a strange thing, I don't believe I 've ever experienced it before or since.

Through the city's steel sky the sunlight glinted like a jewel set in silver.

Before the day, I knew our wedding would not be "The Perfect" wedding on the outside we hadn't the money and Tani's family could not afford to attend. I had wondered queitly too,of our lack of planning and preparation, our lack of money. What about gifts for our guests? A cake ?... the list went on...

But where we lacked, God provided.

Our day was magical.

It wasn't about "the perfect princess dress", or the triple tiered cake, it wasn't about what kind of champagne we served, the reception entertainment, the seating arrangements or an elaborate gift list.

It was only about us.

My husband, I and God.

And it was perfect. Because marriage is simply that, stripped down to the essentials of our relationship with eachother and our relationship with God.
Our wedding day set our foot upon the path of our life together. No planning, just living, working, loving and being moment to moment together through it all, rain clouds and sunshine.... and the rainbows inbetween!

TO LOVE

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The Simple Life

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Why is it that as humans we so often yearn for a simpler life. A life that is lived close to nature. Dreaming of our having our own little corner of the world in which we may retreat echoes of a longing within. A longing which aches to feel the dusty earth run between our fingertips and the soft grass beneath our feet.

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The salty mist of a sea breeze,

the fragile branches of a young tree straining toward the sunlight, ancient, chislled rocks and mountainsides eroded by time, fields of golden grain saturated in sepia and sunlight. Over ripe and peachy drunk midsummer sunsets.

Meadow flowers dotted like blotted ink within sweeping grasses,

the sound of water.

*In Kabbalah, the words "God" and "Nature" are synonymous.

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Maybe when we yearn for a simpler way of life. We are only trying to find our way back home

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There is a road in the hearts of all of us, hidden and seldom traveled,which leads to an unkown, secret place.The old people came literally to love the soil,and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling ofbeing close to a mothering power.Their teepees were built upon the earthand their altars were made of earth.The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing and healing.That is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead ofpropping himself up and away from its life giving forces.For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeplyand to feel more keenly. He can see more clearly into the mysteries oflife and come closer in kinship to other lives about him.

~ Chief Luther Standing Bear ~

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Humankind has not woven the web of life.We are but one thread within it.Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.All things are bound together.All things connect.

~ Chief Seattle, 1854 ~

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Earnesto Cardenal Quotation

All the beauty we see is like a trickle of water that leads us back to it's source

Earnesto Cardenal

An Echo in My Heart

I know what it is like to drift out into the isolation of open spaces, full of choices yet no peace. boundless, hopeless, meaningless. I went through alot of different experiences when I was young. Went right to the edge with them. Yet the echo which rebounded from them left nothing but an empty hollow sound inside.

The strange thing is that although I was far from God in my actions and choices. I always felt something good and loving near me. Ready to pick up the shards and debris on the ground and turn them to the light. A stain glass reflection of my pain turned into something, beautiful and loved. Something that could love back, like a reflection, an echo.

I always felt close to the concept of Jesus. Everything that Jesus stood for, all that he was as a spirit, a man, a saviour, a friend to the weak, the poor, the afflicted, and of course the sinners, seemed somehow very real to me.

During all the difficulties of my childhood.

I know that He ever left my side, however far away from Him I ever tried to run, His presence in my life remained true. Even during the times when I didn't realise it.

I could only describe my return to faith as being akin to a soft voice, in the distance, calling me toward it little by little. At first the voice was barely audible above the mess and noise of my own life but as I drew closer, it's sound slowly began to resonate more. As it became louder it began to reverberate throughout my surroundings, touching everything that was broken in the debris of my world with a gentle cleansing light. A light under which all things seemed beautiful and new. As time went by I realised that the voice I was hearing was actually coming from within me and had been all along. It was my own voice calling out like a prayer for God.

I had been praying without realising all along. The answer to my prayer was, still and true, creating an echo in my heart that has become endless.

A Child

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Bitter are the tears of a child: Sweeten them.

Deep are the thoughts of a child: Quiet them.

Sharp is the grief of a child: Take it from him.

Soft is the heart of a child: Do not harden it.

Pamela glenconner

Knitting; a metaphor for life!

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Knitting; a metaphor for life (who'd of guessed!)

mmmm... okay stick with me here for a minute. I've just rediscovered an old hobby. I used to love knitting as a child but somehow life just got in the way and I forgot all about it for a few years. Having a new baby to knit for is the perfect motivation for me to pull all my crumpled old knitting patterns out of the attic.

I want to teach my daughter some of the basics. Needlecraft is a dying art which is sad because it is something which can give a lot of pleasure, plus it is a worthwhile skill to have.

Knitting is incredibly therapeutic. When my head is tangled with a million different thoughts, all clamouring for attention. The methodical click, click ,click. of a pair of needles just seems to

UN knot them with a gentle rhythm. Before I know it, the frayed egdes of my mind have become transformed them into something much prettier! (And tidier :)

All forms of needlework require concentration, discipline, dedication and patience and because the end result is so satisfying the process doesn't seem like a chore. Rather, I think it can instill some of these qualities and virtues in a child without them even noticing it : ) In this way so much more is fashioned along with a new scarf, a hat, a pair of bootees for a baby. A sense of achievement comes along in tandem. I'll never forget the absolute pride my eldest had on knitting her very own daffodil yellow Easter chicken. Oh that Chicky has been loved so much his stitching has worn thin, his feathers tattered and half unravelled. However, regardless of his well worn condition he will be tucked up,cosy and warm under my daughter's pillow forever that's for sure:).

Another quality that knitting encourages is dedication.

Oh, how many times we have had to unravel dropped stitches and stocking stitched squares so full of holes you wouldn't even catch a fish in them!

Tangles of wool, fresh, soft and fluffy from the market, ending up grey, damp and matted from endless casting on, unravelling and casting on again.

My little girl doesn't give up. She is a determined little soul.

Weekend after weekend she muddled away with her own little ball of wool, on her own in her quiet little corner, cross legged upon the toy chest until, one sunny afternoon her wonderful, completed creation was displayed to all. Swinging like a flag from the masts of two chunky, bamboo needles.

A valuable lesson was learnt the day she completed her first really good piece. A piece worthy enough to make into a birthday present for a precious friend.

A stocking stitched scarf with gartered ribbing in lilac, grey and white Tasseled in pink.

Here's a metaphor :0)... Indulge me ;0)

For knitting you need a pattern, a design. Without an initial set of guidelines all manner of frustrations and calamities will arise. Trying to knit without a plan in place may well derive some very interesting results yes, but not very useful ones. One arm of a cardigan will be longer than the other, the border and cuffs won't match, whatever it is it will almost certainly be two sizes to small and the result of all your efforts? Nobody will wear it. It will be purposeless;)

Knitting is methodical, the results take time to be achieved. The more effort you put into it your garment more elaborate and beautiful the finished result will be. The more beautiful the end result, the more likely it is to be cherished as a keepsake for children, grandchildren, great grandchildren even. It will last and it's use will be of value to many.

These principles apply to so many aspects of life. Sometimes we learn quite a complex, ornate and beautiful pattern from the simplest of designs.

Chinese proverb
One generation plants the trees; another gets the shade.

Whatever is done with dedication and determination, purpose and patience will always become something of value.

Just letting the light seep through...

Just letting the light seep through
as the people pass by.
No soil to put your roots,
no branch to carry you through
the storms. You'll fly,
Though
How you'll fly

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Summertime Memories

I am sitting here in the soft golden hush of an early Summer evening. The baby is full and satisfied in slumber beside me. Her soft breathing sounds like the beating of a butterflies wings. It fills me full of peace.
It has been a lovley day here spent in the sunshine. We filled the big paddling pool in the back garden and the girls took it turns to slide into the water trying to see who could make the biggest splash! As you can imagine the lawn got a good watering.
Not that it needed it, everything has been so green this Summer with all the rain we've had.
It was so nice to indulge in a proper Summer day. A day full of melting icecreams, happy smiling faces, sunlight glinting through the trees and dappling the picnic blanket, crumbled cookies and sandwich crusts scattered on the grass and the sound of three squealing girls let loose with a hosepipe.
The little tin watering can we bought the girls was filled with leaves to make, apparently ( a nest for a baby bird, or maybe a mouse.) My three year old is very inventive ;) And our 1 year old found a frog in the undergrowth and as it hopped away to find a more reliable shelter she followed it by hopping cautiously along behind it :0) She is such a little character that one.

Letting go...

Let go.
So hope can fly
Far beyond
The horizons
of your mind


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A CHILDREN'S PRAYER

Children's Prayers by Ina J. Hughs

A very special friend passed this on to me. I think it's beautiful so I thought I would share it.

We pray for the children who put chocolate fingers on everything,
who love to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin new pants,
who eat sweets before supper and who can never find their shoes in the morning.

And we also pray for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who have never bound down the street in a new pair of shoes,
who never played "one potato, two potatoes," and who are born in places that we would not be caught dead in and they will be.

We pray for the children who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with their dog and who bury their goldfish,
who hug us so tightly and who forget their dinner money,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who watch their fathers shave, and who slurp their soup.

And we pray for those who will never get dessert,
who have no favourite blanket to drag around behind them,
who watch their fathers suffer,
who cannot find any bread to steal,
who do not have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures are on milk cartons instead of on dressers, and whose monsters are real.

We pray for the children who spend all their spends by Tuesday,
who pick at their food,
who love ghost stories,
who shove their dirty clothes under the bed and never rinse the bathtub,
who love visits from the Tooth Fairy, even after they find out who it really is,
who do not like to be kissed in front of the school bus and who squirm during services.

And we also pray for those children whose nightmares occur in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who are not spoiled by anyone,
who go to bed hungry and wake up hungry,
who live and move and have no address.

We pray for those children who like to be carried and for those children who have to be carried. We pray for those who give up and for those who never give up, for those who will grab the hand of anyone kind enough to offer it and for those who find no hand to grab. For all these children, we pray today, for they are all so precious.

The Smell of Rain

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A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery. Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.

That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Caesarian to deliver the couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.

At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature.

Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs."I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could."There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one."

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.

She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on."No! No!" was all Diana could say.

She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.

Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw,' the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chest to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger. But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there. At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.

Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ballpark where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent.

Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?"Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?"Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet.

It smells like rain." Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children.

Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.

During those long days and nights of her first two months of life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

PERFECTION

Our idea of perfection is not always the same as Gods.

Here's an analogy :) I bought my 18 month old a little wooden train set for her birthday a few months back. Once it was unwrapped and she'd finished playing with the wrapping paper and the cardboard box she curiously began to run one of the carriages along the carpet and up onto the chair.

"No honey, that's not where it goes, look, this is how works."

I beckoned her toward me while trying my best to fix the track into a "perfect" copy of the picture on the cover of the box. Ambitiously (I'm not particularly technical usually) I went to town building tunnels and bridges and aligning the houses, trees and signs along the perimeters all the way from the fireplace to the sofa! I coaxed the train from my little ones tight little fist in order to show her how it was "meant" to work. But instead of playing with it as I thought she should, she began pulling the track apart, piece by piece with a casual air of absolute glee until

a higgeldy-piggeldy pile of debris stretched all the way from the fireplace to the hallway!

With children, it seems, nothing works out the way it is planned. Nothing stays tidy for very long, or still. There is always movement and noise; laughter and tears.

... Life isn't about the superficial, picture perfect end result. It's about the messy joy in the middle.

The haze of wonderment in between the "so called" big events.

Joy is not about CAPITAL letters and FULLSTOPS. It is a descriptive sentence full of pauses, exclamations, questions and metaphors!

Often we compare the montage of our daily existence to a crisp, clean, synthetic version of a so called "perfect" life captured within a 30 second advertisement. Pictures flicked from the pages of a glossy magazine become an ideal worth attaining. But at what cost?

You can't open the petals of a bud, they unfurl gently and naturally of their own accord, and such is life. It can't be forced or rushed through. Everything has it's own time.

Equally, the details which seem so unimportant in the great scheme of things often turn out to be most precious jewels of all.

The gentle way my eldest carries her little sister into the garden to play, the patterns on the bark of a tree, the frayed edges of a leaf, the concentration on my little ones face as she trys to tie her shoelaces, silver cloud reflections trembling in muddy puddles, the smell of rain.

It's funny how the most unremarkable days so often contain the sweetest memories. The most beautiful moments almost always remain unrecorded, they evade capture. Maybe they are just to precious to be held constant.

Perfection isn't a still frame. It can't be composed. It's a moving image swirling with colour.

The little Stream called to the Sea

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“The Little Stream Called to the Sea”—A Sufi Tale

Once there was a little stream that dreamed of flowing to the sea. The stream started in an aquifer , a huge pool of water underground, but the call of the ocean was so strong that the stream pushed its way through nooks and cracks, up through the earth until it burst forth into the air and began its journey toward the sea. As its waters bubbled to the surface they ran down the hill carving the stream bed into the earth. Sometimes the stream babbled as it traveled, sometimes it gurgled , sometimes it roared . At times the stream traveled alone . Its waters were so clear you could see the pebbles that lined its bed. At other times the stream ran through great lakes , or tumbled over a cliff , or joined other streams to form a river , and then split again to travel alone, but always, always the little stream yearned to flow into the sea.
Sometimes the stream would run fast and deep , eager to reach the sea. Fish swam in its waters as it carried them swiftly on its journey. Sometimes the stream would grow wide and slow, and it would carry boats on its back as it continued its journey. But always, always the little stream yearned to flow into the sea.
One day, just as the call of the ocean seemed to grow a bit stronger, the stream found itself growing sluggish, its waters grew thick with mud, until sadly it pooled into a brackish mud hole right on the edge of the desert. “Woe is me,” thought the little stream, “now I'll never get to the sea.” It tried going around the desert—but the desert was too wide. It tried going under the desert—but the desert was too deep. Still (even with mud in its “ears”) the little stream heard the call of the ocean and yearned to flow to the sea. After what seemed like a long time, as the stream just pooled there in the sun, it began to hear a second voice . “I can take you to the sea, little stream,” whispered the wind. “Come with me, I'll carry you to the ocean shore.”
“How could you do that?” scoffed the stream. “You are only made of air.”
“I can carry you on a breeze,” whispered the wind, “But you must be very brave, for you must let go of yourself and change.”
“I've changed many times,” said the stream.
“But this will be different,” said the wind .
The little stream paused, but deep within, the stream still yearned for the sea. The stream let go… and the wind picked it up particle by particle. At first the stream was scared , for it felt lost, it was no longer a stream but was turned sort of inside out and had become moisture swirling in the sky . The view was like nothing the little stream had ever seen before. Not only was the whole world laid out below it, but it was surrounded by sparkling jewels . Then what had been the stream realized that all those sparkling jewels were parts of itself. Molecules of water, droplets of moisture, sparkling in the light. What had been the stream realized that it was truly beautiful on the inside.
Next the stream-turned-moisture saw that it was not alone, for the wind had whispered to other streams, and ponds, and even to the morning dew upon the oasis. All had turned into moisture. And all their parts were also sparkling in the sun. Together they were even more beautiful, for the sunlight had changed them into all the colors of a rainbow.
Then the little stream-turned-rainbow felt itself falling , and falling and falling. All the other droplets were falling too, until plop, plop, plop, plop— all the droplets ran together into a mighty river which rushed down the mountainside , across a coastal plain, and into the sea, where the waves pushed it back and pulled it forward and the currents carried it far out into the pulsing depths. The little stream was content.
But I understand that every now and then, the wind would breeze by, whispering to the currents in the sea … “Come with me, come with me…” and that the moisture would rise up into the wind and be carried away to start all over again.

Ireland

Some friends of ours went over to Ireland for a few days. They brought back some greatshots. Here are just a couple of them. I think they really capture the magical beauty of the place.

THE PIETA

The Pieta always, reminds me of Our Lady's humanity, the simple love she had as a mother for her son.

More than any other representation, The Pieta acknowledges how the calling of motherhood means the embracing of our childrens experiences.

From their peace and joy to their pain and sorrow, a mother has to hold it all in her heart.

Sunlight and Rainfall

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Just as a plant requires both the rainfall and the sunlight to blossom and bear fruit.

So we need both the joys and pains of life to grow in strength and abundance.

Simply Loving first

Tradition suggests that the Portrait of Love given by St Paul (1Corinthians13: 4-13) is a description of Jesus himself.
I love it so much.

"Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous; love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offence, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other peoples sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes."

How wonderful it would be if love was the prefix of all ours thoughts toward others. If we simply loved first. If we felt love before we apraised a person's appearance or demeanor.

When it comes to my children I have to check myself at times. Am I connecting with them before I critisize. Do I notice the unwashed faces, uncombed hair and jeans smeared with grass stains before I notice them. Their hearts, their thoughts, thier perspective, their intentions.
Am I loving them first.

Love is fluid, able to find it's way through the smallest gaps like sunlight through a crack in the curtain which penetrates a whole room with quivering light.

Some people have quite a harsh, austere or aloof exterior that can be hard to penetrate. But once offered kindness most people quickly discard their outer defences.
Often it is only the preconceived ideas we have about people that prevent us from loving them without restraint.

Equally, when love is the initiator of action, it can offer us so much extra strength, purpose and grace. It becomes the wind in our sails, propelling us onward towards through difficulty, trial, pain and grief. I've often realised how much more joy I get from serving others when I do it in a true spirit of love rather than duty.

If love flows through us, the spirit flows through us too. Love is like pure water, rinsing our eyes with clarity. Flowing freely, seeping into every dark corner, every tiny space.

Priceless Gifts

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I was talking with some friends over dinner recently about that ever popular question: What would you do if you won the lottery? Everybody gave similar answers: a percentage for charity, a percentage toward their children's future, a percentage for themselves, a percentage for friends and loved ones.

It seems like a dream, to win the lottory and never have to worry about your future finances ever again!

I would certainly love to give back to those who have given so geneourously in acts of service to me. In fact I have often thought about the fun I'd have sending anonymous cheques to those wonderful people in my life whom I owe so much.

However, the more I contemplated the actual truth behind the fact, the more I started to realise how much I would also want just for myself. How easy it would be to bit by bit pad out my exsisitence. A quick cab ride here, a new wardrobe there, a quick trip... anywhere...whenever, whatever, however!

Mmm... I guess God knows how to protect me from myself and loves me enough never to let me win the lottery hey!

After searching a little deeper I found that I actually come to a completly different conclusion in answer to the initial question.

Maybe, the deepest part of me dosen't actually want to attain a huge ammount of wealth.

If I suddenly came into alot of money I would never have to trust in providence again.

If all aspects of my life were completly secured, if all my bases were covered, if I new whatever I chose to do whether it be right or wrong, everything would work out just fine in the end, I would never have to trust God to lead me every step of the way, from day to day, hour to hour, moment to moment.

If all I had to worry about was pleasing myself I could wander away all on my own.

Maybe I'd see alot of places and meet alot of people along that way but at the end of the road would I find an eternal pathway ahead of me?

We are not made to walk alone. We are not made to be isolated. God calls us to him individually so that we can be united with him. So that we may become part of something much greater and more infinate than the small fragment of our own life.

It's so natural to want security, whether it be financial, emotional or physical. But the truth is that every day is a gift, every hour is a gift and every moment is a gift.

From the moment I gave myself and my life to Christ he has called me more and more to choose a life that makes me totally reliant upon HIM. The further along the road I go, the more I realise I would be lost without him.

In the end, the things I've found along that journey are priceless and I wouldn't care to trade them.

CONTENTMENT

I found this wonderful little story at Sarah's fantastic blog "A bend in the Road" ( look down the side bar for a link) and thought I would share it :)

Even if you sleep in a thousand mat room, you can only sleep on one mat. Japanese Proverb

A businessman bought popcorn from an old street vendor each day after lunch. He once arrived to find the peddler closing up his stand at noon.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.A smile wrinkled the seller's leathery face.

"By no means. All is well."

"Then why are closing your popcorn stand?"

"So I can go to my house, sit on my porch, and sip tea with my wife."

The man of commerce objected. "But the day is still young. You can still sell."

"No need to," the stand owner replied. "I've made enough money for today."

"Enough? Absurd. You should keep working."

The spry old man stopped and stared at his well-dressed visitor.

"And why should I keep working?"

"To sell more popcorn."

"And why sell more popcorn?"

"Because the more popcorn you sell, the more money you make. The more money you make, the richer you are. The richer you are, the more popcorn stands you can buy. The more popcorn stands you buy, the more peddlers sell your product, and the richer you become. And when you have enough, you can stop working, sell you popcorn stands, stay home, and sit on the porch with your wife and drink tea."

The popcorn man smiled. "I can do that today. I guess I have enough."

From 'Cure for the Common Life' by Max Lucado.

Quotes of Thomas Merton

It is in the ordinary duties and labors of life that the Christian can and should develop his spiritual union with God.

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Just remaining quietly in the presence of God, listening to Him, being attentive to Him, requires a lot of courage and know-how.

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Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone-we find it with another.

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Peace demands the most heroic labor and the most difficult sacrifice. It demands greater heroism than war. It demands greater fidelity to the truth and a much more perfect purity of conscience.

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Pride makes us artificial and humility makes us real.

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The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

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The whole idea of compassion is based on a keen awareness of the interdependence of all these living beings, which are all part of one another, and all involved in one another.

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We are not at peace with others because we are not at peace with ourselves, and we are not at peace with ourselves because we are not at peace with God.

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We are so obsessed with doing that we have no time and no imagination left for being. As a result, men are valued not for what they are but for what they do or what they have - for their usefulness.

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We have what we seek, it is there all the time, and if we give it time, it will make itself known to us.

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We must make the choices that enable us to fulfill the deepest capacities of our real selves. When ambition ends, happiness begins.

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Yet it is in this loneliness that the deepest activities begin. It is here that you discover act without motion, labor that is profound repose, vision in obscurity, and, beyond all desire, a fulfillment whose limits extend to infinity.

The face of God

www.spiritual-art.info/screensavers.html

~GOD~

One must see God in everyone.

St. Catherine Laboure

Endurance

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Dirty water filtered through sand still remains soiled

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But dirty water filtered through dense rock flows out clensed, purified, refreshed and full of life.

Straining toward the light

www.gardenmob.com

Like a flower that opens it's petals toward the sun.

Let me always set my sights towards God's light.

I Ask

www. newmanumass.org

I ask not to see

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I ask not to know

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I ask simply to be used.

Cardinal Newman

Just a thin dark curtain between us and God

www.oldncastro.org

I heard a quote somewhere saying how the night sky is just a dark curtain between us and God and how the stars are pinpricks that the angels have pierced through so that we may always see God's light in the darkness.

When I look up at the endless stars in the night sky I am reminded of God's infinite reach.

I know that I may lay down to sleep within the gravity of his love.

Quotes of Mother Theresa

The success of love is in the loving - it is not in the result of loving. Of course it is natural in love to want the best for the other person, but whether it turns out that way or not does not determine the valueof what we have done

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It is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing. It is not how much we give, but how much love we put in the giving.

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If we really want to love we must learn how to forgive.

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We can do no great things; only small things with great love.

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There is a terrible hunger for love. We all experience that in our lives - the pain, the loneliness. We must have the courage to recognize it. The poor you may have right in your own family. Find them. Love them.

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  You and I, we are the Church, no? We have to share with our people. Suffering today is because people are hoarding, not giving, not sharing.Jesus made it very clear. Whatever you do to the least of my brethren, you do it to me.Give a glass of water, you give it to me. Receive a littlechild, you receive me...
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  Love cannot remain by itself -- it has no meaning. Love has to be put into action, and that action is service
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The dying, the cripple, the mental, the unwanted, the unloved they are Jesus in disguise

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Before you speak, it is necessary for you to listen, for God speaks in the silence of the heart.

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There is only one God and He is God to all; therefore it is important that everyone is seen as equal before God.

I've always said we should help a Hindu become a better Hindu, a Muslim become a better Muslim, a Catholic become a better Catholic.

What do you think the angels will say?

I do believe I've posted about my 3 year old daughter before.
She is a cupcake!

The other day she was being such a good girl helping sweep up some crumbs with a dustpan and brush that had fallen from the table onto the kitchen floor.
"Oh" I exclaimed pleasingly, thinking quickly of some encouraging words "I think the angels will be watching you help your Mummy and they'll tell God all about what a nice girl you are" :)
Not 10 seconds later her 1 year old sister toddles over to the bin, fishes out an apple peel nochalantly discarding it from her chubby little fingers onto the newly swept floor.
Daughter no 2 looks toward me wearily, places her hands upon her hips indignantly and shakes her head in solemn disapproval.
" Well mummy, what do you think the angels will be telling God about (name) then!
What could I say?

She is a cupcake!

Hope

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BABY LOVE

BABY LOVE

Our new baby is 8 weeks old already. How time flys...

I found this sweet poem and it made me smile :)

In a baby's smile,

we discover the joy

of each moment.

In a baby's eyes,

we see the promise

of tomorrow...

In a baby's touch

we feel the miricle

of Gods love.

From the inside out

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It always amazes me how God can work on us from the inside out. Every time we choose Jesus first, everytime we turn to gaze at the light of Jesus' face God illuminates the path ahead just a little more and clears the dust from our eyes so we may see it a little better.
I had my first daughter when I was just 18.
I was a very different person then. I had lived on my own since I was 16 and had become a bit of a survivalist. Some parts of my life were destructive and everything around me felt transient and fragmented, there were no solid foundations to my world. I felt consistantly empty inside. However, God new how he could call me so I would listen. His voice was steady and true amid the chaos.
My daughter was born one beautiful Springtime morning. The crisp sunlight washed over her face for the first time and I as I stared into her eyes I new there was a new life for me somewhere behind them.
That day I surrendered my life out of love for another to Jesus.
I chose Jesus :)
Slowly but surely I have felt a continuing sense of transformation from within since that moment.
And since that precious moment I have endeavoured to always choose Jesus first. To follow him first.
And as he transforms me on the inside, I find, he transforms my life on the outside too.

Beauty

beauty is often found between brokeness..

Kindness

This is a quote from Roald Dahl and I quite agree with him.....
From an interview with Brian Sibley broadcast by the BBC world service, November 1988


I think probably kindness is my number one attribute in a human being. I'll put it before any of the things like courage or bravery or generosity or anything else.


B.S. or brians even?


oh,gosh,yes,brians are one of the least.you can be a lovely person without brians, absolutely lovely.kindness-that simple word. to be kind-it covers everything in my mind.
If you're kind that's it.

Wings of an angel

Fragile yet Strong

www.wingsofangels.net

Angelwings

We have had housemartins nesting in our roof this year. I has been exciting to hear the rustle of feathers in the attic and we have eagarly awaited their fledging.
Sadly, my little girl just raced upstairs, her eyes stung by tears with the sad news that she found one of the little birds, fallen from the nest in our garden.
" Oh Mummy" she said in her sweet trembling voice " I'm so sad the little birdy died but I know that the angels have brought some new wings for it so that it can fly up to heaven."

"Jesus is in my heart".

I love making crafts with my girls. I put the baby in her rocking seat and sit at the play table cutting, sticking, gluing and painting. ( A big tub of wet wipes close at hand!)
Over the weekend we studied the story of creation and made two collages. One was of the sky, dividing the nightime from the daytime with the moon, stars and sun bordered by feathers and the other was of the earth as a beautiful and unspoiled garden.
My three year old is starting to understand much better the bible stories I read her now.
" I have jesus in my heart"
She said before her prayers the other night.
She is such a loing little girl and I am so happy that she knows Jesus is in her heart already.