It's been such a long time since I've written on here I am afraid I am at a loss for words. I actually moved over to a self hosted blog but have been neglecting that too..
Last night I went back and read old posts of mine pondering whether or not I have changed over the years. Have I? Yes and no. Everything seems to be the same except that I'm older now.
Ashamed of myself for sounding so negative, except I know I still need to be much more optimistic.
Not a lot has changed actually. Solitude leads to thinking and thinking it all in leads to becoming quite morose, except one must become more hopefully and more trusting in an ever-loving all powerful Creator who is in control of all things. Yes, it's true.
I read an article the other day that said we should be entertained by what is going on around us
not captivated.
Internet social networking is not all a bad thing, but it's not real, you can't see the other person, you can't reach out and hug them when they feel down, make them soup and tea when they are sick. I oftentimes wonder what life was like years ago. Way back when people sat around the parlor (All right, I know how far back am I talking? *crazy home schooler*) sitting around a warm fire sharing stories and playing music. When the wife stayed home and took care of the children when her husband worked out in the fields. An agrarian society was replaced with a technological one. The sun, stars, snow, rain, dirt, fruit, vegetables, animals, people, that is what is real. Instant gratification is now as easy as instant oatmeal. But is anyone really satisfied?
Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God - the rest will be given.
Let us not be satisfied with just giving money. Money is not enough, money can be got, but they need your hearts to love them. So, spread your love everywhere you go.
Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work.
Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.
Loneliness is the most terrible poverty.
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.
-Mother Teresa
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