It seems I've flown through the year without the luxury of holding the momentous occasions long enough to feel the lessons they could have taught. I feel so rushed, but know I have to keep running or risk being trampled. This is typical of our era, but I'm old enough to remember having time to savor the nuances of life- the big events we dreamt of and the major events we were drawn into. Now I hope to be able to ponder what is going on around me without getting distracted from what I need to accomplish; the age of multitasking is overcoming my sense of wonder.
Life hanging in the balance puts things into perspective. This year has been very interesting with miraculous events, where I was amazed that a life had ended or amazed that a life was spared. I have no doubts that God's will prevailed, it always does- our reaction to that power is a great teacher. The daily mundane tasks devour what seems to be precious time, but I suppose it is in that space where we best absorb the lessons in the big events. If we can still our mind and focus. In that place where our heart is honest and compassionate and unprotected we reach out to those who need us and we connect to them and to God and we experience a piece of Heaven- and in that moment we are elevated from the darkness surrounding us and no matter the outcome, we have peace.
Hey, this is kind of fun! It's great to see your thoughts in print too. Keep it up, you have always had a way with words & expressing yourself with no fear. luv u bye ps love the pics of the kids too!
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