Saturday, December 31, 2005
Not meant to be lonely
I saved this for New years eve because I was sitting here alone and wanted to share something I had written some time ago with you about loneliness. The Lord has given us the cure to loneliness, it is called companionship with a another human being. The only thing that God saw that was not good in the book of Genesis, during the creation, was that man (read person) was alone and it was not good. What did God do? He made a mate, a partner, a companion for Adam, called Eve. God's cure for loneliness is companionship and life partnership...... here is my original essay called Not meant to be alone.
What we feel and how we react is as much predicated on our expectations as on our experiences and emotional make-up. Take the feelings of loneliness we experience. Our expectation is that it is not normal to be lonely or that being alone within oneself is meant only for those special times when we need to have some privacy. My feelings of loneliness stem from my expectation that I am created a special being whose purpose is to interact with others of my kind in a way that brings about companionship and engenders a feeling of love and warmth.
I do not want to reduce our feelings to just chemical reactions due to other chemical reactions, because I believe we are much more than just a mechanism. Life is something that science still cannot create, although it can still be destroyed. From the first time it was said that it is not good to be alone, it really has been true for us as humans. We need others and others need us.
However, within our psychological make up there may be the idea that even though we long for companionship to make us complete, we do not deserve that companionship because of something we feel or something we have done in the past, or perhaps the kind of persons we perceive ourselves to be. Those ideas of who we are and what we deserve keep us from experiencing the full measure of companionship. In this way, we deny ourselves that which we need and want most.
What can be done to alleviate this condition? We can open ourselves up to being loved by others. When we cut ourselves off from others who could or do love us because we feel unworthy or because we cannot understand how they can love us, we build a wall that shuts the love out and keeps the loneliness in.
When you feel lonely, remember the people who have opened themselves to you and drop your defenses for a while. Yes, you may be opening yourself up for hurt, but you cannot be loved and feel close to someone if you are continuously behind a wall that shuts out the very thing you claim to want. Loneliness for some of us is not an option, but a reality because of how isolated we are. Loneliness for others of us is self-imposed because of fear or pain or self-loathing. If we would be free to love, then we need to slowly and purposefully start dismantling the wall that holds our emotions prisoner and start to trust and ask those others around us who are willing to begin to fill our loneliness with their love and friendship.
There is no help without risk. The risk however is worth it because it is the only way we can live a life filled with companionship and love.
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What we feel and how we react is as much predicated on our expectations as on our experiences and emotional make-up. Take the feelings of loneliness we experience. Our expectation is that it is not normal to be lonely or that being alone within oneself is meant only for those special times when we need to have some privacy. My feelings of loneliness stem from my expectation that I am created a special being whose purpose is to interact with others of my kind in a way that brings about companionship and engenders a feeling of love and warmth.
I do not want to reduce our feelings to just chemical reactions due to other chemical reactions, because I believe we are much more than just a mechanism. Life is something that science still cannot create, although it can still be destroyed. From the first time it was said that it is not good to be alone, it really has been true for us as humans. We need others and others need us.
However, within our psychological make up there may be the idea that even though we long for companionship to make us complete, we do not deserve that companionship because of something we feel or something we have done in the past, or perhaps the kind of persons we perceive ourselves to be. Those ideas of who we are and what we deserve keep us from experiencing the full measure of companionship. In this way, we deny ourselves that which we need and want most.
What can be done to alleviate this condition? We can open ourselves up to being loved by others. When we cut ourselves off from others who could or do love us because we feel unworthy or because we cannot understand how they can love us, we build a wall that shuts the love out and keeps the loneliness in.
When you feel lonely, remember the people who have opened themselves to you and drop your defenses for a while. Yes, you may be opening yourself up for hurt, but you cannot be loved and feel close to someone if you are continuously behind a wall that shuts out the very thing you claim to want. Loneliness for some of us is not an option, but a reality because of how isolated we are. Loneliness for others of us is self-imposed because of fear or pain or self-loathing. If we would be free to love, then we need to slowly and purposefully start dismantling the wall that holds our emotions prisoner and start to trust and ask those others around us who are willing to begin to fill our loneliness with their love and friendship.
There is no help without risk. The risk however is worth it because it is the only way we can live a life filled with companionship and love.
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Dust on the inside
Isn’t it strange how a seemingly simple conversation with a friend leads to so much thought? Thought for me also means writing, so today’s blog is born of good conversation and of course, Walmart. My friend and I talked about kids and grandkids and how much fun they are when they are young.
While at Walmart, after our conversation I saw a couple of kids. I was standing by the checkouts filling my 5-gallon jug with bottled water and watching a little girl and her mother checking out near me. The little girl was very cute and about 3 or 4 years old with curly blond hair. She dropped her stocking cap on the floor and her mother did not notice it. I thought the mother might leave without seeing it so while my jug filled, I walked over and placed the cap on the little girls lap and went back to my jug. The mother did not see me do it, but the little girl noticed it and gave me a big smile. As I walked off, she said bye to me and I wondered if her mother thought it odd that her daughter would talk to a stranger without being spoken to.
Another place in the store, I spied a blue mitten about 5-year-old size lying in the middle of an aisle. I walked by it and down a couple of aisles to the milk section where I saw a mother with her son who was dressed in blue. I asked her if her son had blue mittens and she looked at me a bit funny, and then at her son and said to him, "This will be the second time we will have to go back to get your mittens." He smiled shyly and started feeling around for his mittens in his pockets. I jogged back up 2 aisles and recovered the lost mitten for her so she would not have to go back for it.
All this may seem like a long introduction, but I do have a lot of time to write this. I guess it might be time to get to the point. These mothers I encountered obviously loved their children and took very good care of them. There are so many other children who are abused and neglected that are quietly crying out for help in ways that usually have nothing to do with speech. My heart breaks as I talk to people who were abused as children. It seems as if within the past 50 to 100 years child abuse and neglect has increased many fold. Children are so precious and vulnerable, unscrupulous people find it easy to take advantage of them.
When much younger, I used to play tent with my kids, stretching a blanket over chairs, tables and couches to make a fort for them to crawl through. We had so much fun pretending to be knights, secret agents, aliens and a whole list of other professions together. I see some parents now who let the TV baby-sit their kids. Little kids left alone for hours after school to get themselves something to eat and get into trouble while mom or dad is away. It occurred to me that these kids could be so much more if someone just stopped neglecting them and spent those precious minutes and hours with them to develop their character.
As I left Walmart, huge flakes of snow were falling down and blowing across the parking lot. I remembered what I was taught in school that at the center of these magnificent flakes of frozen water is a heart of dust. Perhaps only just a single piece of dust with all this rare beauty swirled around it to make such a beautiful thing to behold. Then I thought of the warm, giving, precious hearts that children have and how with just a little loving care, they can be built up into magnificent human beings.
Where are your grandkids or children today? Is a play station or a TV raising your kids or grandkids? Do you spend time with them when you can, loving them? Could you skip that golf game or football game or shopping trip to make just a few short hours to help your kids become more loving and special people than they would without your added attention? Unlike the snowflakes, children have hearts of flesh. Hearts that long to have mom or dad or grandma or grandpa decide that they are worth more than anything else there might be to do with their time.
I plan on spending time with my kids as much as is possible even though they are small no longer. Please take the time to open yourself and your life to your kids. You and they will be glad you did.
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While at Walmart, after our conversation I saw a couple of kids. I was standing by the checkouts filling my 5-gallon jug with bottled water and watching a little girl and her mother checking out near me. The little girl was very cute and about 3 or 4 years old with curly blond hair. She dropped her stocking cap on the floor and her mother did not notice it. I thought the mother might leave without seeing it so while my jug filled, I walked over and placed the cap on the little girls lap and went back to my jug. The mother did not see me do it, but the little girl noticed it and gave me a big smile. As I walked off, she said bye to me and I wondered if her mother thought it odd that her daughter would talk to a stranger without being spoken to.
Another place in the store, I spied a blue mitten about 5-year-old size lying in the middle of an aisle. I walked by it and down a couple of aisles to the milk section where I saw a mother with her son who was dressed in blue. I asked her if her son had blue mittens and she looked at me a bit funny, and then at her son and said to him, "This will be the second time we will have to go back to get your mittens." He smiled shyly and started feeling around for his mittens in his pockets. I jogged back up 2 aisles and recovered the lost mitten for her so she would not have to go back for it.
All this may seem like a long introduction, but I do have a lot of time to write this. I guess it might be time to get to the point. These mothers I encountered obviously loved their children and took very good care of them. There are so many other children who are abused and neglected that are quietly crying out for help in ways that usually have nothing to do with speech. My heart breaks as I talk to people who were abused as children. It seems as if within the past 50 to 100 years child abuse and neglect has increased many fold. Children are so precious and vulnerable, unscrupulous people find it easy to take advantage of them.
When much younger, I used to play tent with my kids, stretching a blanket over chairs, tables and couches to make a fort for them to crawl through. We had so much fun pretending to be knights, secret agents, aliens and a whole list of other professions together. I see some parents now who let the TV baby-sit their kids. Little kids left alone for hours after school to get themselves something to eat and get into trouble while mom or dad is away. It occurred to me that these kids could be so much more if someone just stopped neglecting them and spent those precious minutes and hours with them to develop their character.
As I left Walmart, huge flakes of snow were falling down and blowing across the parking lot. I remembered what I was taught in school that at the center of these magnificent flakes of frozen water is a heart of dust. Perhaps only just a single piece of dust with all this rare beauty swirled around it to make such a beautiful thing to behold. Then I thought of the warm, giving, precious hearts that children have and how with just a little loving care, they can be built up into magnificent human beings.
Where are your grandkids or children today? Is a play station or a TV raising your kids or grandkids? Do you spend time with them when you can, loving them? Could you skip that golf game or football game or shopping trip to make just a few short hours to help your kids become more loving and special people than they would without your added attention? Unlike the snowflakes, children have hearts of flesh. Hearts that long to have mom or dad or grandma or grandpa decide that they are worth more than anything else there might be to do with their time.
I plan on spending time with my kids as much as is possible even though they are small no longer. Please take the time to open yourself and your life to your kids. You and they will be glad you did.
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Friday, December 30, 2005
Handsome or Heart; Pretty or Passion
Why was I not born handsome? Why have God and nature conspired to make me so plain? These are questions I have asked myself in the past, if not in words, in form for certain. Why is my nose too big? Who could want me around with my muscles so flaccid and my middle falling over my belt?
As I have matured and with the advent of reality TV, something has become so very obvious to me. The best-looking men are often the most shallow. The physically pleasing men are usually the ones who are empty of any real soul. With these observations in mind, I have decided to change the way I evaluate myself.
I now ask myself, what qualities a friend or lover wants to see in me. The answers surprised and gratified me. If I was handsome and an empty shell, my vacuous insides would soon be apparent to anyone who got close to me. If heart and passion for life were the standards that judged me, I would be the equal of any man and the master of most.
If a friend or lover were to judge me unworthy of companionship because of how I looked, then why would I want to be around that person? People are so much more than looks and sex appeal. I believe in myself. My passion for life is beyond what most pretty boys even dream of having. My heart excels to the point of allowing me to soar above the clouds of doubting myself. If there were a contest for depth of character as there are for beauty, I would be Mr. Universe for years untold.
Now I ask myself why I wasted so much time and energy wishing I were something I am not and can never be. How would being handsome and a hunk have changed my life for the better? I choose to live as a person of passion and heart. As a person of passion and heart, my most important task is to support and encourage the other plain Janes and Joes out there who daily put themselves down for their lack of looks.
So what if you are carrying too much weight right now? So what if your body looks funny or weak to you? So what if others who judge by appearances reject you as unlovable? Are you going to listen to an empty shell of a person, or one who is so full of life and soul that he has no equal he is aware of now? Do I sound like someone who is full of myself? Perhaps I am, but better to be full of oneself than to be an empty eggshell of a man that can be destroyed by the first crisis that comes along. The judgment of others has broken many hollow pretty men. I want to be one who can laugh in the face of judgment and scoff when I am said to be unworthy because of looks.
From this day forward, I am the standard. I cannot judge others for their lack of heart or passion, but I can help them to see what an empty life it is to only be good looking.
Lookout clouds of self doubt and despair and grab my hand my friend, we will soar beyond the thoughts of other men to places where only the stout of heart and passionate of soul can trod. Lookout world, the master of heart is coming!
"But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God has chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; and God has chosen the base things of the world, and things which are despised, and things which are not, in order to bring to nothing, things which are; " 1 Corinthians 1:27, 28 Modern King James Version
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As I have matured and with the advent of reality TV, something has become so very obvious to me. The best-looking men are often the most shallow. The physically pleasing men are usually the ones who are empty of any real soul. With these observations in mind, I have decided to change the way I evaluate myself.
I now ask myself, what qualities a friend or lover wants to see in me. The answers surprised and gratified me. If I was handsome and an empty shell, my vacuous insides would soon be apparent to anyone who got close to me. If heart and passion for life were the standards that judged me, I would be the equal of any man and the master of most.
If a friend or lover were to judge me unworthy of companionship because of how I looked, then why would I want to be around that person? People are so much more than looks and sex appeal. I believe in myself. My passion for life is beyond what most pretty boys even dream of having. My heart excels to the point of allowing me to soar above the clouds of doubting myself. If there were a contest for depth of character as there are for beauty, I would be Mr. Universe for years untold.
Now I ask myself why I wasted so much time and energy wishing I were something I am not and can never be. How would being handsome and a hunk have changed my life for the better? I choose to live as a person of passion and heart. As a person of passion and heart, my most important task is to support and encourage the other plain Janes and Joes out there who daily put themselves down for their lack of looks.
So what if you are carrying too much weight right now? So what if your body looks funny or weak to you? So what if others who judge by appearances reject you as unlovable? Are you going to listen to an empty shell of a person, or one who is so full of life and soul that he has no equal he is aware of now? Do I sound like someone who is full of myself? Perhaps I am, but better to be full of oneself than to be an empty eggshell of a man that can be destroyed by the first crisis that comes along. The judgment of others has broken many hollow pretty men. I want to be one who can laugh in the face of judgment and scoff when I am said to be unworthy because of looks.
From this day forward, I am the standard. I cannot judge others for their lack of heart or passion, but I can help them to see what an empty life it is to only be good looking.
Lookout clouds of self doubt and despair and grab my hand my friend, we will soar beyond the thoughts of other men to places where only the stout of heart and passionate of soul can trod. Lookout world, the master of heart is coming!
"But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God has chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; and God has chosen the base things of the world, and things which are despised, and things which are not, in order to bring to nothing, things which are; " 1 Corinthians 1:27, 28 Modern King James Version
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Thursday, December 29, 2005
Riding the log of complacency on the river of life
Difficult as it may be to understand, there are people who are complacent about life and would rather be a spectator than a participant. While talking to a very good friend recently, I hit upon an analogy that perfectly captures what these people experience from life.
The couch potatoes of life are like a frog sitting on a log that is going down stream in a large river. The log seems stable enough and doesn’t turn or bob very much, so the frog is content to ride along not knowing where he is going or even caring that he is going. The river moves the log from shore to shore where he could get off for a while and enjoy some new sights or have some new experiences. But he is content to let all of life on the shore pass him by because he is just too comfortable to get up and do anything or help anyone else who may be struggling to get to his log or the shore.
He will never know the thrill of helping another along the way. He will never experience the joy of getting to know another frog who could make his life worth living. He will never taste the excellent encounters he could have had if he just got up off his complacent butt and did anything!
He will never know true love. He will never know what its like to have his heart sing as he accomplishes a lofty goal. He will never climb a mountain. He will miss the real life that is out there just waiting for him to find it. One day the log will reach that part of the river in which roars a mighty waterfall. He will wonder what is happening and too late will he bemoan his not doing anything in life that was worthwhile. As his log plunges over the precipice, he will have regrets, but for him it is too late.
Don’t let us Lord, be like the frog on the log, just going along to our eventual deaths with nary a thought for this wonderful life You have given us. Let us like those bold men and women of old who conquered this mighty land, reach out and grab life and hold on tight so we are not left behind. Let us dive into the river of life and rise to the shore with new vigor to live decent and live large.
There is so much to experience and think and feel and do my precious friends, let us experience and think and feel and do it together. Life is for the living.
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The couch potatoes of life are like a frog sitting on a log that is going down stream in a large river. The log seems stable enough and doesn’t turn or bob very much, so the frog is content to ride along not knowing where he is going or even caring that he is going. The river moves the log from shore to shore where he could get off for a while and enjoy some new sights or have some new experiences. But he is content to let all of life on the shore pass him by because he is just too comfortable to get up and do anything or help anyone else who may be struggling to get to his log or the shore.
He will never know the thrill of helping another along the way. He will never experience the joy of getting to know another frog who could make his life worth living. He will never taste the excellent encounters he could have had if he just got up off his complacent butt and did anything!
He will never know true love. He will never know what its like to have his heart sing as he accomplishes a lofty goal. He will never climb a mountain. He will miss the real life that is out there just waiting for him to find it. One day the log will reach that part of the river in which roars a mighty waterfall. He will wonder what is happening and too late will he bemoan his not doing anything in life that was worthwhile. As his log plunges over the precipice, he will have regrets, but for him it is too late.
Don’t let us Lord, be like the frog on the log, just going along to our eventual deaths with nary a thought for this wonderful life You have given us. Let us like those bold men and women of old who conquered this mighty land, reach out and grab life and hold on tight so we are not left behind. Let us dive into the river of life and rise to the shore with new vigor to live decent and live large.
There is so much to experience and think and feel and do my precious friends, let us experience and think and feel and do it together. Life is for the living.
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
The land of discontent
There once was a land where the politicians were so convinced that everyone should share the pain that they passed laws to confiscate money from people who were doing well to give to those who were not. They also declared, in the law of the land, that no one could be happy all the time. This story is about one couple living in that land who were extremely happy most of the time. As you might have guessed, this story has a moral to teach to those for whom it is aimed.
Marisa was married to the man of her dreams, Renaldo. They were extremely happy most of the time. Renaldo gave little presents to Marisa as surprises, brought her flowers often, worked side by side with her on their house and in their garden and was a loving and giving companion for her. He loved her beyond reason and showed it to her every chance he got. Marisa loved Renaldo very deeply and spent much time telling him of her love and doing many kind, loving things for him. She spent herself on him continuously, but it was not a burden to her because of her love for him and because he loved her so much, she did not mind working hard for his happiness. They gave themselves to each other every day and life for them was happy most of the time.
Because of the law that declared that no one could be happy all the time, both of them were forced to spend time with people who made their lives miserable for the time they had to spend with that awful person. Marisa had to spend hours and sometimes days with a hateful man named Desi. Desi made Marisa’s life very miserable by making fun of her, forcing her to do all his work around his house without appreciation, and generally making her afraid of him. Desi actually never laid a finger on her, but his attitude and countenance was such that she became very paranoid in his presence. Desi would sometimes come up and kiss her and put his arms around her in somewhat of a mocking fashion and then later on that day, call her names and make fun of her until her self concept was very low.
Marisa would go home to Renaldo from these forced encounters and just spend hours crying on his shoulder about having to go to Desi’s house at the governments command. Renaldo had a similar situation to go to, but usually never on the same day as Marisa and this added chaos to their otherwise happy lives. After many years of this situation, Renaldo had had all he could stand. He decided to move out of the country, to a neighboring country where freedom to love and be loved continuously was not a crime punishable by being forced into painful relationships. Marisa on the other hand was afraid to move because this country, with all its flaws was all she had known. She tried to get Renaldo to move by himself into the free country next to theirs so he could be happy while she would stay for fear of the unknown. Renaldo declined to move without her for he knew that the reason he was happy at all was because of their love for each other.
What a dilemma this situation was for them. They both desperately wanted to be free to love each other but Marisa could not bring herself to face the unknown, no matter how awful the encounters with Desi were. At least she knew what to expect, and what if Renaldo ever decided he wanted another? This of course was never on Renaldo’s mind as his love for her was overwhelming. He knew his happiest moments were the result of his love for Marisa and her love for him. What were they to do? What would you do if you were Marisa, dear reader? Does fear of the unknown and what might be, tie your hands to decisions you might be making? Are you afraid of hurting even those who appear to dislike you by the decisions you make?
I can not leave the story where it is because I love happy endings. Marisa finally took a deep breath and decided to move with Renaldo to the other country of freedom. The move was difficult and fraught with dangers and threats from the government as well as Desi. Once in the other country, the fear slowly passed for Marisa and she came alive finally with the realization that her dreams of love and passion were finally fulfilled. She and Renaldo, though their lives were far from perfect in this new country, gave themselves to each other and their love took over. Her fears of Renaldo looking for another woman were never realized and later on she looked back on her move as traumatic but one she would do again. Though the government of the other country and Desi harassed them for the first year of their new lives, finally they gained peace and knew they would grow old together, happily in each other loving arms.
The moral is of course, if you are in a situation that seems unbearable yet you are afraid to move for fear of the unknown, take your time and view all possibilities. If you make the decision to move toward happiness, then take steps, one at a time until you are at the place you can move to make your dreams come true. Will these things be easy to accomplish? No, they will be difficult. Will you be happy always if you decide to move? No one can promise happiness always. Just make the decision that will have the greatest chances to bring the longed for happiness your way. Everyone deserves happiness. Not all choose it for the fears in their lives. My wishes and prayers are for you dear reader if this story speaks to you. I pray you will realize that when a white rose is offered you, most likely it is a rose and not a dandelion in disguise. Most of life is made of hard decisions. Most things that are worth having are not gained by standing still but in moving, ever so slowly toward your goal with perseverance in the face of adversity.
Remember, someone loves you!
His love shines through all of our situations and circumstances. Be bold, and take the life He gives you in your hands. His hands are on yours, so if you fall in anything, he will surely pick you up and help you on your way. This life He gives is an adventure, so stand up, move and live.
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Marisa was married to the man of her dreams, Renaldo. They were extremely happy most of the time. Renaldo gave little presents to Marisa as surprises, brought her flowers often, worked side by side with her on their house and in their garden and was a loving and giving companion for her. He loved her beyond reason and showed it to her every chance he got. Marisa loved Renaldo very deeply and spent much time telling him of her love and doing many kind, loving things for him. She spent herself on him continuously, but it was not a burden to her because of her love for him and because he loved her so much, she did not mind working hard for his happiness. They gave themselves to each other every day and life for them was happy most of the time.
Because of the law that declared that no one could be happy all the time, both of them were forced to spend time with people who made their lives miserable for the time they had to spend with that awful person. Marisa had to spend hours and sometimes days with a hateful man named Desi. Desi made Marisa’s life very miserable by making fun of her, forcing her to do all his work around his house without appreciation, and generally making her afraid of him. Desi actually never laid a finger on her, but his attitude and countenance was such that she became very paranoid in his presence. Desi would sometimes come up and kiss her and put his arms around her in somewhat of a mocking fashion and then later on that day, call her names and make fun of her until her self concept was very low.
Marisa would go home to Renaldo from these forced encounters and just spend hours crying on his shoulder about having to go to Desi’s house at the governments command. Renaldo had a similar situation to go to, but usually never on the same day as Marisa and this added chaos to their otherwise happy lives. After many years of this situation, Renaldo had had all he could stand. He decided to move out of the country, to a neighboring country where freedom to love and be loved continuously was not a crime punishable by being forced into painful relationships. Marisa on the other hand was afraid to move because this country, with all its flaws was all she had known. She tried to get Renaldo to move by himself into the free country next to theirs so he could be happy while she would stay for fear of the unknown. Renaldo declined to move without her for he knew that the reason he was happy at all was because of their love for each other.
What a dilemma this situation was for them. They both desperately wanted to be free to love each other but Marisa could not bring herself to face the unknown, no matter how awful the encounters with Desi were. At least she knew what to expect, and what if Renaldo ever decided he wanted another? This of course was never on Renaldo’s mind as his love for her was overwhelming. He knew his happiest moments were the result of his love for Marisa and her love for him. What were they to do? What would you do if you were Marisa, dear reader? Does fear of the unknown and what might be, tie your hands to decisions you might be making? Are you afraid of hurting even those who appear to dislike you by the decisions you make?
I can not leave the story where it is because I love happy endings. Marisa finally took a deep breath and decided to move with Renaldo to the other country of freedom. The move was difficult and fraught with dangers and threats from the government as well as Desi. Once in the other country, the fear slowly passed for Marisa and she came alive finally with the realization that her dreams of love and passion were finally fulfilled. She and Renaldo, though their lives were far from perfect in this new country, gave themselves to each other and their love took over. Her fears of Renaldo looking for another woman were never realized and later on she looked back on her move as traumatic but one she would do again. Though the government of the other country and Desi harassed them for the first year of their new lives, finally they gained peace and knew they would grow old together, happily in each other loving arms.
The moral is of course, if you are in a situation that seems unbearable yet you are afraid to move for fear of the unknown, take your time and view all possibilities. If you make the decision to move toward happiness, then take steps, one at a time until you are at the place you can move to make your dreams come true. Will these things be easy to accomplish? No, they will be difficult. Will you be happy always if you decide to move? No one can promise happiness always. Just make the decision that will have the greatest chances to bring the longed for happiness your way. Everyone deserves happiness. Not all choose it for the fears in their lives. My wishes and prayers are for you dear reader if this story speaks to you. I pray you will realize that when a white rose is offered you, most likely it is a rose and not a dandelion in disguise. Most of life is made of hard decisions. Most things that are worth having are not gained by standing still but in moving, ever so slowly toward your goal with perseverance in the face of adversity.
Remember, someone loves you!
His love shines through all of our situations and circumstances. Be bold, and take the life He gives you in your hands. His hands are on yours, so if you fall in anything, he will surely pick you up and help you on your way. This life He gives is an adventure, so stand up, move and live.
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My writing for those who might be interested
If you find yourself on this list receiving my blog, then I thought you might be interested in receiving my writing. I am sending an email to myself whenever I publish something and then an email out to you. If you wish to be excluded from this email, Please send a reply asking me to take you out of the blog group. I hope I can publish some things that are short enough for you to read during your busy day and that are meaningful enough you will not regret being on this list. I think I will republish some of my previous writings so that those who have not seen much of my writing, can get an idea of what types of things I will be addressing. Also, If you have suggestions, I will be glad to consider writing about those topics as well.
Thanks,
Don
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Thanks,
Don
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Change is in the wind
Today is a good day to start over. I have erased all my old posts and am now thinking about writing some new ones. My divorce is probably about 3 months from starting. My kids seem to be adjusting pretty well to almost 2 years of separation and I need to start developing a relationship to carry me and a special lady though the rest of the years the Lord gives us.
I have many of the posts I have written in the past and may revise some of them and repost them. I am also going to post this site on my yahoo profile with a link to home page.
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I have many of the posts I have written in the past and may revise some of them and repost them. I am also going to post this site on my yahoo profile with a link to home page.
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