Be thankful…

Be very thankful for all that you have, for all that you have been given…  Don’t take it for granted. Be thankful for your family, or even if it’s just ONE good friend that stands by you or even just understands you and accepts you… Some crave for love, an arm to lean on, a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold and they make it through, sometimes only barely… If we have more than one, we have more than many others. Quite a sobering thought really….. ~Cam Richmond~ Please visit: www.lightforlifeinspirations.com www.facebook.com/lightforlifepage www.facebook.com/sayaprayerforme www.facebook.com/theanswerIvefound www.facebook.com/lovewithoutexpectationspage www.facebook.com/AmazingEternalGrace  

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He Knows the Intention of My Heart and He Loves Me

                          Sometimes I feel as if there is no one who really understands me. You know…. where I don’t have to try and explain it. You know your have those times when you try to think “Who can I talk to that will understand me?” and you can practically think of no one. Beautiful thing is that there is One who understands, and that’s Jesus. I don’t have to explain myself to Him, I don’t have to try and be understood. He knows me, He knows exactly where I’m coming from. He knows my heart. And he knows my weaknesses, He knows my flaws, He sees through them……. And I don’t have to be afraid because He knows my intention and He loves me…. And besides that He’s the one that showing me what is what, He speaks to…

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The Valley Between

There is a valley between that elusive place of peace and happiness and the real life that we live in. I have been chasing peace and happiness…., just simple peace and happiness…. not even immense serenity and overflowing joy, just peace and happiness, a life without drama, a life with no illness, no doctors, no forms and paperwork, no out of the ordinary problems or dramas, a life without ill loved ones, people struggling, injustice and the list goes on. I believe life has a higher purpose and that is where I find my meaning. The things that used to bring me wholeness, joy, mean ing etc just don’t do that anymore… I see things through an eternal perspective and I know things here just keep getting more difficult, complicated and the way the world is going… diabolical. The more I hope for this peace here on earth the more elusive it seems. I…

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Making peace with the pieces…

Making peace with the pieces. I am having a melancholy moment. I am always letting go… The past is the past and its gone really, even though I continually try to drag it into the present. Fragments of the past remain with me here today and its up to me to keep sweeping them away when they trouble me, or to find the pieces, put them together and then shelve them after I have made peace with the pieces. Sometimes I come across a group of fragments that create a beautiful image, a memory of something precious and when I find them I can fit them together to make a whole picture and keep this treasure together in a frame on my mantle. Its lovely to come back to these images and revisit with the memory. Sometimes I miss what has gone, really it may not have gone. Really it…

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My Lifetime AAA Rating

  Don’t you just long to be told by someone that they are proud of you? Its something that we strongly desire as children without even knowing it and I don’t believe that desire ever truly goes away. I think that its just masked by the shell and the toughened exterior we develop or the coping mechanisms that we employ to ‘cover up’ the need altogether. I always knew I was loved but I don’t believe that I was ever encouraged or affirmed in my childhood. To some extent what we need the most are those occasional moments that we receive from someone that genuine conversation when they tell us how special we are, what we mean to them and how they feel about us, rather than just ‘good boy Johnny’. I have a sense that in my wider family that’s how it was, we knew we were loved but…

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When I Need Love…

When I was many years younger I don’t think I knew what it was truly like to feel loved and accepted. I knew my parents loved me but I don’t think they knew how to show it. I was so desperate for love and affection and acceptance and that feeling of peace and safety that we all long for. I grew up in a dysfunctional family and there wasn’t much peace in that house. I found this love and acceptance in and with other people that God had placed around me at that time, and although I was well into my teens by then, I was still like a little child, hungry for that love and peace, and the space to just be myself and not feel any tension or that I just didn’t meet up to certain standards. I think this was probably the point at which I transferred my…

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