Good morning
Of all things in life which have been lost or eroded in the fast-paced, throw away lives, that we live today, the saddest has to be our inner-selves.
| “Make your life a work of art in progress” Wayne Dyer |
Life is a continual cycle of growth. From the moment of conception until our transition into our immortal soul-selves, we grow. God designed us that way. Even when we sleep or when our minds 'space out'; even when we believe that we are doing nothing, the myriad integral and interconnected components of who and what we are, continue to grow or die in a perennial pendulum of life.
This, the here and now, is our life; and when we understand and embrace that fact, we will find that we have within us enormous power to develop the self we’ve always wanted. Each one of us is God's most beautiful masterpiece for our life, His passion creation, His love. God loves each one of us as if we are His only love. This is only possible because God Is Love!
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Our individual God-image, moulded by Him in His Love, draws us forward to live our best lives according to His purpose |
New Day Dawning
The fresh new-day scent greeted us first
Followed almost immediately by the sound of rain
We looked out of the window and were amazed
A picture, painted by an amateur it seemed
The trees and houses were in perfect harmony
But alas, the rain – great big blobs of silver
Streaking down in angular disaccord
Forcing their way into so very many lives
To complete the blend, the sun still shone
In glorious rays of golden hues
With not a cloud to be seen in the sky
The art of it was so strangely beautiful!
An uncanny feeling of well-being washed over me
Not for the first time, I wondered at nature
How one tiny drop in time can alter a mood
Can change one's life for a minute, an hour, a day
Followed almost immediately by the sound of rain
We looked out of the window and were amazed
A picture, painted by an amateur it seemed
The trees and houses were in perfect harmony
But alas, the rain – great big blobs of silver
Streaking down in angular disaccord
Forcing their way into so very many lives
To complete the blend, the sun still shone
In glorious rays of golden hues
With not a cloud to be seen in the sky
The art of it was so strangely beautiful!
An uncanny feeling of well-being washed over me
Not for the first time, I wondered at nature
How one tiny drop in time can alter a mood
Can change one's life for a minute, an hour, a day
After the rain, the rainbow
Source: Lyndsay McDee
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