Lord, bless our weekend.
Remind us that politicians and diapers should be changed often. Both for the same reason.
#blessings #change #alutacontinua
(Notice: I still don’t know who the lovely lady in the picture is. All respect and due copyright is hereby declared as hers)
Lord, bless our weekend.
Help us to deal with the people in our lives who create their own storms and then complain when it rains on them.
#blessings #dramakingsandqueens #serenityprayer #alutacontinua
So, I spent the afternoon at a kids birthday party recently and watched my daughter be pushed from number 2 in the queue to number 15 in a line of 16 kids.
I watched the whole thing unfold in ultra slow motion. First one push, then another 3, then another before she was standing at the back.
Now, you have to understand how that raised my blood pressure. In. Very. Slow. Motion. Until I could not any longer exercise further restraint.
So, I walked up to her and whispered in her ear “Darling, remember what mama told you….” I was referring to many a lecture I have given her about NOT allowing people to push her around, NOT allowing bullies to mess with her, speaking up for herself etc. You know, Survival 101 for the Gentler Variety?
But, the girl was not concerned with my blood pressure in the least. She didn’t mind at all as she proudly said “Mama Stop!” She continued, “Mama, there will still be enough cake for everyone, you know?” pointing to the half a face of Elsa still left on the table.
The girl clearly had a point.
What struck me is that she had absolutely no problem with being shoved to the back of the queue and frankly, neither should I she thought to herself as she plonked herself down on the grass with the melted ice cream cake slice and the biggest smile on her dirty face. I watched the ice cream melt, along with my heart and I thought: Yes my girl. There is indeed enough of everything in this world to go around and surely what’s meant to be yours will most certainly be. Fingers crossed.
Mama learnt her lessons:
Lesson 1:
Focus on the things you CAN control
Lesson 2:
There is more than one way to get things done
Lesson 3:
Don’t sweat the small stuff
And most importantly, Lesson 4:
Vanilla “Cake” can turn into the most delightful double thick vanilla milkshake if you have the time and patience to let the universe unfold exactly as it will.
So yes, I do consider myself duly schooled.
Patience and Surrender are not courses only for the “weak” among us. They are indeed courses of PhD level, which my little Doctor of IQ aces quietly each and every day.
Aluta continua, as they say. May the quiet ones among us know that their voices are indeed very, very powerful. © A Heart Full of Stories, 2016
Dear God, please bless our weekend.
Remind us that the secret to a happy life is not to die before we die.
#blessings #weekend #happiness #life
(Pic: While I don’t know the woman in the pic, it is a real pic of a real woman who lived in JHB and has since passed on. I do hope that her loved ones remember her exactly like this. Beautiful, and as someone described her to me today “crazy”)
Full credit and respect is hereby given in respect of the picture. 
Deciding who gets a front row seat in the movie that is your life is a tricky one.
Friends change, lovers deflect, egos inflate, eyes open, lust conquers, death knocks, jobs morph, travel calls, masks drop, strategies shift, needs flip, kids drift, hearts evolve. You know, life happens?
While we are certain that CHANGE is the law of the universe (with seasons changing, leaves falling, blossoms springing effortlessly before our very eyes) I have often reflected on WHY we find it so difficult to just “flow” with these changes to our key relationships.
Then it hit me.
We are uneasy with the movement, with the change itself. It’s the action part. It doesn’t just happen, you know? The boat-rocking isn’t everyone’s cup of relationship chai.
The old moulds are so warm and familiar, clouded in words like “loyalty” and “history”. We have to ACTIVELY decide to drop leaves, sprout flowers and reassign those name tags on the prime VIP spots in our life, ruffling feathers and inviting scrutiny. Crap ain’t easy.
But it must be done.
So, do allow me to wish you luck with your selections.
*If you have to increase or decrease the number of seats, make that call.
*If you are blessed that no rearrangement is necessary, scream “thank you!” such blessing is never to be taken lightly.
But yes, that seating chart needs to be issued. (Or else some random weeds will fill those vacant spots and then your garden will really be sad).
Go on…Today is a good day to think about that front row again. © A Heart Full of Stories, 2016
Aluta continua on the decision-front, friends. As I said, crap ain’t easy.
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