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A LOT Of Thinking

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about many different things. Some of it making me very angry, some making me think even more, some giving me feelings of despair, and some giving me answers. 

Early in my life, I had been taught to take responsibility for what I do and I have done that for the most part. I am far from being anywhere near perfect and I acknowledge that. I have made many mistakes that I take the blame for. I hurt when I hurt others.

When others make mistakes that affect me, I try to remember that they too are human and mistakes happen. But when the same types of mistakes happen on a consistent basis I have a problem with that. I know we are suppose to forgive, but the Lord knows I have trouble with consistent mistakes. When and where is the line drawn? I know too we are to forgive at all times.

In this skin that is humanity, it is very difficult…all too easy to hate those that do these things to us. But in the end, it is I who will suffer because of not forgiving. I will be the one whose bones will ache and drawn into a state of depression and despair. It is my mind that will be filled with bitterness that is best used for the betterment of my life and for those around me while they that choose to live a life of doing what they do continue to do what they do, whether knowingly or not. 

The importance of forgiving is just that…very important. The effects of harboring unforgiving thoughts is far more damaging than one can imagine. It has no benefits that will be good for me. 

I am really struggling at the moment and I know I need to turn this around. I need to stop looking at what has happened over the past few years and move on. I have a lot of positive things going on and I am thankful for that.

Humility is hard to swallow. Perfection was given only to the one true God and He said that we are to forgive because He knows that if we don’t…it is we who will suffer…and we are to leave the rest to Him. 


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A Bloggers Pic In Poetry 5

Welcome to

A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry

This is number 5 and again Daniel Plumer is the featured photographer.

I just have one question…do u see what eye see?
Daisies Of Yellow

Slowly approach, does the Cloud Of White
Sneaky he is, disguised in upper top right

Under cover of thick and dark it seems 
Hiding behind glasses, his eyes are not seen

Laying in wait is the Rock Of Stone Mount
Face in center below, lips parched under its snout

Hand of left ready to batter what the cloud will bestow
His chest still and steady beneath the face, coming slow

‘Tis a battle to commence betwixt these two fellows
See them flee the scene, all these Daisies Of Yellow


Photo by Daniel Plumer 

Poem by me  


   

Out Of The Blue

I have been pretty quiet lately but doing a lot of thinking and searching. I was wondering what my next move will be and how to achieve goals that have been set. 

Knowing what I want to do is a non-issue. I’m currently having a supply and material issue. It isn’t very big but annoying nonetheless….so in the meantime I do what I can albeit with frustration settling at the threshold….just hanging there, going nowhere fast. 

Today is my first day of doing anything concrete and in the process I came across this post by way of StumbleUpon. For me, it couldn’t have come at better time. 

After reading lesson #1, I was hooked. I continued reading the following lessons and came away not with new ideas but focused….realizing what my next move should be. In a way I already feel as if I was centered in a lot of what was written in the post or heading in the right direction. 

It helped me to also see that I have resources at hand that I had forgotten about or just plain neglected. Supplies are not the real sticking point as much as materials and that may not be as large as my mind has painted the picture to be.

I’m not ashamed to admit waning determination has been rolling around inside of my head and dragging behind like a comet’s tail was giving up. So when stuff happens, I guess the next time I’ll throw up my hands and say…

….and keep on moving.




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