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“Caught In The Web Of Life”

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I struggle like everyone else trying to figure out life. I wonder why this or that happens? Why people think the way they do? Why I can’t make everything better in the world? I call it the woe-is-me place. Like a fly caught in a spider web whining all my thoughts, feelings and emotions out-loud. It takes a lot of effort to pull myself out of the sticky web. Some days I can do it, and other days I remain trapped and unfocused. I turn to prayer, but nothing comes…until I let go. It is then that I begin to write, because that’s what I do, and an answer comes.
The spirit pours into your soul all that is good and right, perfect love. Remember the times your cup has overflowed with joy. It only takes receptivity to receive. The spirits only desire…is to give of Itself.

Whether you are willing to have the awareness or not, the spirit continues to pour. It is what you choose to see that places your hand over the cup or takes it away to receive.

How do I know the difference? I ask.

The simplicity of the answer is in knowing how you’re feeling. If you feel sick, tired, sad, depressed anxious or heartfelt sorrow. That is the first indication that you are blocking the flow. Awareness is the first step, action is next. Take your hand away from the rim of your soul, and let the spirit’s healing love flow through all your woe’s.

What I learned is, when I’m out of the way, letting go of what I can’t control. That’s when I enter into the flow of life, and all is good and right again. With the gift of receiving, comes the overflowing gift of giving. I realize what overflows from each of us…flows out into the world…because perfect love cannot be contained, and the beauty in turn is that we become an extension of that Love ourselves.

 

“A note to Myself”

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Why do I need notes to remind me
What’s already written my heart?
To be grateful for a new day.
For the people I love
And pray for too.

To remember to hear the birds sing
To smell a rose or two.
And
How could I ever forget
to tell you
I love you too.

And don’t forget to laugh out loud
And be silly instead of blue.

Savoring a glass of wine
With a piece of dark chocolate
Or two.

Walk on the grass in my bare feet
Maybe even dance in the rain like a kid.

Sing a song that goes to my heart
And makes me tap your feet.

Oh the gift of life
Is so sweet
Yet can be gone in the blink
Of an eye.
So why waste my time
Writing notes to myself
When I could
Be living 
what’s already
written in my heart.

“A Purpose All My Own”

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When I was growing up, to hear that I was pleasant, pretty, good or worthy in anyway was a no-no. Being ok with who we were in anyway was considered selfish, and that might make us into a conceded person.

Then I married a guy who could see nothing but the goodness and beauty in me. He couldn’t understand why I didn’t see what he saw, and I couldn’t understand why he didn’t see what I really was according to my standards. It wasn’t until I began to understand how uniquely God made me as well as everyone else, that I could begin to entertain the thought that I had a purpose all my own. That made me special all by itself I realized. When your mind opens up to a new understanding a shift takes place in us creating a change. I could remain where I was stuck in the place of nothingness or move forward into my purpose driven life. I stepped out in blind faith. Doing what I always wanted to, but never believed enough in to actual do it.

Wayne W. Dyer puts it best when he says, “there’s a place deep within us that wants to feel fulfilled. That wants to know that I make a difference. That I’ve left this place, this planet that I’ve lived on better then when I arrived. That someone’s life has been profoundly touched because of my existence.”

Honestly, who doesn’t want to know that their life matters somehow?

It’s a long way off from what I was taught, but I can finally say I’m happy to know that my existence counts for something. By being the person I was created to be means that I can touch someone else’s life in a positive way, and that’s a good thing I can live with. It’s not about me or you, but about allowing ourselves to be the best version of who we were created to be. Because in doing that we become an extension of God reaching out touching each other, making a difference, and it all comes through simple by being our true-selves.