I read this today and wanted to share it because
of many reasons. Firstly, if you are in love with your spouse, then this is a
great story, and if you are not in love, then this story should be told to warn
our kids, not that my Son would listen to any advice to what I have to say with
regards his love life. People say let him make his own mistakes, but why? Why
if I can stop him making them? Remember old Bloggets the evil ex he had? Sadly, he doesn’t pick good! I should not care, or bother, it would make
life a lot easier. But here are the words.
Tell your [marital] story. Tell it to your kids,
your friends, your brothers and sisters, but especially to each other. The more
your story is implanted in your brain, the more it serves as a hedge against
the myriad forces that seek to destroy your marriage. Make your story so
familiar that it becomes part of the fabric of your being. It should become a
legend that is shared through the generations as you grow a family tree that
defies all odds and boasts marriage after marriage of stability, strength, and
longevity.
Sacred Marriage
An interesting read I thought.
Something else to think about after reading about a lovely
man who did so much for others, he was the only worker in his family because of
reasons I won’t go into. One day on his way home from work, he was mugged.
Beaten up badly. Meaning he couldn’t work, for at least months, by then, his
job would have been filled by another.
Sometimes I do wonder about life, when there are people who
do no wrong, and get constantly punished, but then there are others who are bad
right through and seam to live a brilliant stress free life. Why is this? Then
today I read this.
When you go in the
pursuit of your dreams, your kindness and your generosity to others will be
rewarded manifold, in ways you will not know or even understand. When you go in
the pursuit of your dreams, the Power that created this Universe and holds the
stars in the sky will walk with you and protect you in ways you don’t even
imagine. Even in your darkest hour,
remember: Things are not always as they seem.
Dr. Dragos is
a brilliant writer and scientist, I love to read what he writes. Something else
I was reading today.
A little boy in a classroom in England had different hair
colour and eye colour to the rest of his family. A boy shouted to him asking
him, are you adopted? The little boy replied
“what does it mean, adopted?”” The pupils laughed and mocked
the little boy. A little girl at the back of the classroom stood up and said.
“I’m adopted.”” The little boy replied, what does it mean,
adopted?””
The little girl gave the most beautiful answer. I, as an adopted person loves this reply.
“It means you grew in your Mothers heart, rather than her tummy.””
The past couple of days I have been conversing with a dear
person to me. Someone who sometimes needs support but not as much as I have
needed him of late.
This person I trust, as he hasn’t broken my trust as yet. I
am so grateful to him and all he has done and is doing. I’m not sure how I would
have managed this week without his help. Some Bloggets have touched my soul and
others my heart. For this I am grateful. I write for others and receive replies
which require me to always be there for them, and this is my purpose in life,
but just sometimes, my guard is let down and I crack. This week my guard was
down and my friend and Blogget came along at the right time and is helping me
with something no one can help with, my Husband nor my besties. For this I am
grateful.
So, it’s Friday, the weekend has come along again. Outside
of my window I hear the monkeys from the nearby zoo. Playing screaming laughing
in their little way and making noises only little monkeys can make. The sun is
shining and our postman has just popped a letter or some form of recycling
rubbish in our post box. Tomorrow is a big day for us. I shall let you know all
about it when I get chance. In the meanwhile, have a blessed day. Be grateful
to your angels. For they walk among us in different ways.
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