I miss you all terribly.
(And there's still so many more that I couldn't even fit...)
man oh man.
I've had the most incredible life. I'm honoured to have had so many amazing people walk with me for a time.
loves and hugs and prayers to you all
Sunday, January 18, 2009
my loves
I miss you all terribly.
(And there's still so many more that I couldn't even fit...)
man oh man.
I've had the most incredible life. I'm honoured to have had so many amazing people walk with me for a time.
loves and hugs and prayers to you all
Saturday, January 17, 2009
sacrifice
I've been having myself a Lord of the Rings day... yah, I know you're jealous! :)
It struck me today as I watched the battle at Helm's Deep...the elves didn't need to come. They weren't even asked. The only reason they were there was to help men. It was to save the lives of men. They came to an impossible battle to sacrifice themselves so that others could live.
I'm trying to think of the last time I did something like that. When was the last time I sacrificed myself, my desires, my LIFE, for someone else?
Not even because they asked, but because it was the right thing to do... to love them enough to give that much.
And when I really think about it.. how much is it? To give my life? It's a gift to begin with, so why hoard it? I must share. In everything. Mustn't I?
When was the last time you sacrificed yourself?
It's worth thinking about.
.
.
.
..
...
Was thinking more...
The elves had somewhere safe to be. A land where they were leaving to, so that they could exist in peace until the end of time.
But some stayed. Some chose to leave that life of safety and comfort and live amongst those who were in the most need. And of course, not only to live amongst them, but to die for their freedom.
Hmm, lotsa parallels here.
still thinking...
It struck me today as I watched the battle at Helm's Deep...the elves didn't need to come. They weren't even asked. The only reason they were there was to help men. It was to save the lives of men. They came to an impossible battle to sacrifice themselves so that others could live.
I'm trying to think of the last time I did something like that. When was the last time I sacrificed myself, my desires, my LIFE, for someone else?
Not even because they asked, but because it was the right thing to do... to love them enough to give that much.
And when I really think about it.. how much is it? To give my life? It's a gift to begin with, so why hoard it? I must share. In everything. Mustn't I?
When was the last time you sacrificed yourself?
It's worth thinking about.
.
.
.
..
...
Was thinking more...
The elves had somewhere safe to be. A land where they were leaving to, so that they could exist in peace until the end of time.
But some stayed. Some chose to leave that life of safety and comfort and live amongst those who were in the most need. And of course, not only to live amongst them, but to die for their freedom.
Hmm, lotsa parallels here.
still thinking...
Friday, January 2, 2009
another thought...
...from Henri Nouwen.
This is a masterful thought. And in my experience, absolutely true.
peace
k
Our Spiritual Parents
Joy and sorrow are never separated. When our hearts rejoice at a spectacular view, we may miss our friends who cannot see it, and when we are overwhelmed with grief, we may discover what true friendship is all about. Joy is hidden in sorrow and sorrow in joy. If we try to avoid sorrow at all costs, we may never taste joy, and if we are suspicious of ecstasy, agony can never reach us either. Joy and sorrow are the parents of our spiritual growth.
This is a masterful thought. And in my experience, absolutely true.
peace
k
Our Spiritual Parents
Joy and sorrow are never separated. When our hearts rejoice at a spectacular view, we may miss our friends who cannot see it, and when we are overwhelmed with grief, we may discover what true friendship is all about. Joy is hidden in sorrow and sorrow in joy. If we try to avoid sorrow at all costs, we may never taste joy, and if we are suspicious of ecstasy, agony can never reach us either. Joy and sorrow are the parents of our spiritual growth.
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