How foolish this bird was, I thought! Why was it not getting the message? It kept hurting itself in the process and yet it kept going.
The movie is appropriately titled: Infinity Wars. This is how it feels; there is an infinite amount of attacks on Christianity.
Van Gogh's knew a thing or two about doubting one's talent Good day, dear readers, What are you passionate about? When you were younger, what did you dream of becoming? If you could quit your day job, how would you spend your days? Would you be exploring the wilderness, capturing nature in breathtaking photographs, sculpting, writing? What is holding you back? What is holding us back from indulging in our passions? Fear of failure? That fear kept me captive for years and still ambushes me every week, like clockwork. I leave you with this eloquent quote from a brilliant artist...
The book has a list of suggestions about simple activities that could be incorporated to add joy to our lives during winter or at any time of year.
Here are a few of the suggestions:
Reconnect with an old friend
Do an activity that you loved as a child
Last Wednesday, the parable became concrete.
Last Wednesday, I actually experienced that fear.
Imagine ( I would rather not, actually) that day when we will be held accountable.
What if that day were tomorrow.
Reflecting on the words : ‘the House of the Lord’.
Enjoying the peace and serenity within the walls.
There are so many voices that influence us, subconsciously. I can not proclaim to know which voices were influencing Jonah but I certainly know which ones influence me.
One of my favourite quotes about gratefulness "It is not happy people who are grateful. It is grateful people who are happy." (the source has never been confirmed) This has been my mantra for many years; I have a million reasons for which to be grateful. A few years ago, there was an internet sensation called the "gratitude journal"- it encouraged people to record 1000 reasons to feel thankful and to revert to the journal whenever they were feeling less than grateful. I never took the time to embark on that journey ( even though I am a notorious list-maker)....
One of my favorite French singers, Claude Barzotti, released a beautiful Christmas song in 1993.
The lyrics implore Santa to forget about bringing toys for the kids. Rather, Santa should focus on the adults.
The real gifts she brought was her extreme warmth, unbridled love, undivided attention and kindness. When she walked into the room, I was instantly happier, reassured, serene in the knowledge that as long as she was there, the world was less daunting.