Using the word destiny
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While walking the path
Searching only destiny
Oh there, a glimmer
The three-year-old girl was looking at the dark sky from her bed when her mother went in to kiss her goodnight. “Why are you looking at the sky?” her mother asked. “The stars are the windows angels make so the people in heaven can look down here and see us. Pa died today so I am trying to figure out which star he is looking through, but there are so many stars,” was the child’s reply.
With tears in her eyes, the mother gave her daughter a hug and told her it didn’t matter if they didn’t know which star was her grandpa’s window because he knew which window down here belonged to her. The little girl snuggled under the covers ready for her goodnight kiss and said, “Mommy, don’t be sad. Pa knows which window is yours, too. I bet he is waiting for you to go to bed so he can send a kiss to you.”
I still sometimes look at the angel’s windows
and wonder from which stars the people I love
are looking through and sending me a kiss.
“It’s not reality that makes us feel stuck;
it’s the lens we use to view the world.”
Tonya Dalton
Often we look out the window and the reality we see is discouraging. The world is filled with crime and war, poverty and homeless people, a natural environment that is deteriorating, and the eradication of people groups and wildlife. It can be so depressing that we just want to give up and abandon hope for a better world.
But there is another reality. One where there is a world of people working to prevent crime and stop wars, helping others overcome obstacles to a good life, working to save the natural world, teaching tolerance and understanding of those who are different than us, protecting animals from the threat of extinction.
There is more than one way to experience life.
More than one way to see the world.
There is more than one reality.
There is hope.
Whose lens do you want to share when you look at the world?
Using the word cry
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There are times we cry
with no apparent reason
It’s complicated
And
While reading this morning’s newspaper…
yes, I still get a real paper newspaper…
I had my mind boggled.
There was a story about two people who were walking down a busy street by a city park at 3:30 in the afternoon. A car driven by a woman with two men in it stopped and a man with a gun got out of the car and forced the two people to give him their phone. The man got back in the car and they drove away. There were witnesses who called 911 and comforted the two people who were robbed until the sheriff’s deputy got there. The deputy took the witnesses and victim’s statements then took the victims home.
I know this kind of stuff happens all the time and it is shocking to think people are robbed at gunpoint at any time. Somehow it is more shocking when it is on a busy street in broad daylight. Now here is the mind-boggling part,
The people who were robbed at gunpoint were two girls, 11 and 12 years old!
The thieves are still at large.
Probably feeling big and brave and smart.
Obviously, they are small and cowardly and stupid.
“What is day is it?” asked Pooh
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet
“My favorite day,” said Pooh
Pooh has a great attitude. We should have the same but we don’t live in Pooh’s world. He lives in a happy and loving world where no matter what today brings it always ends up wonderful and there are sweet dreams. Pooh’s world is fiction where all ends well and everyone lives happily ever after.
Our world is not a place of fiction, though there are those that would like us to believe their fiction is truth, and all does not end well with sweet dreams to follow. Still, we should try to have a good attitude. But there are things that just get in the way. Some of the things that get in the way of my good attitude and don’t make for favorite days in my life;
That’s just the way it is. I am trying to be more understanding. But it is a bumpy road.
This day is the only one we have
It may not be a favorite
Let’s make it the very best we can
