Where does love go when someone you love dies? I think it floats and hovers over you… I think because the person is not living anymore there is no ” receiver” of that love. Hmm. Maybe one day when God comes back, he not only collects souls, he collects all that love we had to.
Just an abstract view of love. Remember love never really dies. It lives on with us and over us and around us. It is up to us to give it, receive it, share it, or find it. Find your love…if you lost it. Give your love… if someone needs it. Remember to let yourself be loved. Look for love in even the smallest places.
Love survives where resilient lives. It’s not always possible to love without much work. The easiest love we have usually is from innocence or the kind like when you look at that newborn for the first time, maybe a first boyfriend or girlfriend, getting your favorite car….or job…. or vacation.
Real love takes effort to flourish. It takes a person who can overlook imperfections. Forgiving wrongdoings is part of that. Love is not selfish, it gives up comfort often in exchange for pain.
Love sometimes can make us insane. Choosing to love….or should I write… Loving despite the great disappointment, hurtful actions, or broken promises …. is what we try over and over when little good is in that someone or something and is hard to see upfront.
Being loved ….letting someone love you ….is when you can see what you are from their eyes and in loving yourself and believing you are worthy of LOVE. It’s hard to forget REAL love, nor would we ever really choose to.
Christian love is Christ-like love. It is love that does not seek anything in return. It is a love we can only express if Christ lives in us. It is the greatest, selfless feeling towards others.
I have so much coming at me this coming two months. August, I am homeschooling my grandkids, holding a baby shower for my daughter who is carrying my fourth grandkid, a little boy. I am also going to Wisconsin for seven days, and in September, I am expecting my fourth grandkid, and having to go to New York. Busy for sure, but yet I am fortunate that it is a little separated in times, that all of that, is going on.
I was thinking about a friend of mine that lost her son recently, and another friend who is fighting cancer for the second time, and yet another friend who lost her father this week. It is difficult when tragedies come our way. I have such respect for those who deal with tragedies gracefully and still have the outlook that there is still much to be thankful for in their lives. I am not sure how they do that, honestly, looking at their situations. What I do know is I hope to have that same outlook should the tables turn towards me.
Sadness, death, and heartache are all part of being human and for the living. We should try always to see the good despite all the bad. Hopefully each one of us will have enough strength to. I think all the bad makes the other stuff look really better, Perhaps that is why we have to endure such things, so we can see the good. What do you think?
Iwill leave you with these verses…
A Time for Everything
Ecclesiastes 3
3 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, 6 a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, 7 a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, 8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
9 What do workers gain from their toil? 10 I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet[a] no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. 13 That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God. 14 I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that people will fear him.
15 Whatever is has already been, and what will be has been before; and God will call the past to account.[b]
16 And I saw something else under the sun:
In the place of judgment—wickedness was there, in the place of justice—wickedness was there.
17 I said to myself,
“God will bring into judgment both the righteous and the wicked, for there will be a time for every activity, a time to judge every deed.”
18 I also said to myself, “As for humans, God tests them so that they may see that they are like the animals. 19 Surely the fate of human beings is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath[c]; humans have no advantage over animals. Everything is meaningless. 20 All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return. 21 Who knows if the human spirit rises upward and if the spirit of the animal goes down into the earth?”
22 So I saw that there is nothing better for a person than to enjoy their work, because that is their lot. For who can bring them to see what will happen after them?
I shall see you on this side of the rainbow~! MwsR
Beginning first thing, my mind starts moving. It reminds me of things left for me to do. It reminds me of things not started, yet. Our minds play such an important part in our lives. Without our minds, we would nothing more than an empty tube of toothpaste, worthless. Often we fail to notice all that we use our minds for. Even the simplest of tasks need our mind to engage with our actions. We all know that a foggy mind/brain, will accomplish tasks slower or at half capacity.
Our minds are very powerful. Subjective thoughts will influence our very actions. Our thoughts can impact how we engage or disengage with those around us. From the clothes we wear, to the food we cook, even to the path we walk, our minds are controlling that. Wow, we all should watch what we let our minds absorb. On some occasions it is better to let our minds lead us, instead of our hearts. Of course, there are exceptions to this.
When you step into your day, good Lord willing, you will think smarter, be more appreciative, and watch what you allow inside your mind. Although the mind does so much that is good for us, it can certainly do harmful things to. An example is, when we think something is real but it really isn’t. That happens so often. Our minds can be partial or belligerent. They can achieve great things or destroy confidence. So much more to say, but I will stop there.
Please take care of your mind.
MwsR
I shall see you on this side of the rainbow~! MwsR
So what’s been happening in your world? I really need to get busy making some sort of schedule for my homeschool. I have a general idea of what to do and how to do it, but I would like something for me to refer to in cases of need.
I have also been trying to “spring clean” around the house. That is great but what to do with all the things you actually decide to clean out of somewhere? Sell it, hide it somewhere else, or sale it. Maybe donate it since that is something I like to do. Giving gives you all kinds of benefits. First, it makes you feel good, it helps another, and it does good. Secondly, if you cant use it, someone somewhere will. It is a good notion and an act of kindness. My trouble is where to put the things cleared out until I give them away. I always end up with things in boxes instead of away from the house. Oh well, I will figure it out.
Also, I have been thinking of doing another book of poetry. Not sure if that will happen this year with all that is on my plate already. We shall see.
I hope you all are doing well and staying healthy. I just wanted to say “Hello” and touch base a little. I appreciate all the follows, likes, and shares.
I shall see you on this side of the rainbow~! MwsR
Yesterday, I was shocked to have a comment on one of my posts accusing me of trying to take someone’s husband. It got me to thinking. First, it was totally out of place and I did not know the person. I was thinking to myself how quickly we blow up sometimes. Sometimes we do not take a moment in silence and in thought really thinking about the whole realm of something. Often we are hotheaded and tempered by something we had previously been insecure about all on our own. More than not, we accept this as normal reactions. I do not think that is true. I think we draw up scenarios in our minds, we replay things over and over, and we let them pray on our minds. Often we lose that critical perspective. We can sometimes only see our own version of something. We should change this.
I reacted in a poem, a quote, a post to something that happened to me yesterday. I was reacting to that person I did not know and hoping to appeal to her better nature. I could not had been sure of her even reading my posts, poem, or quote. What was I thinking? She had clearly seen something in her own head, and if she blew up at a complete stranger for asking her husband what his comment would had been, she was clearly not going to come to reason with a nudge or two from me. For all I know she blocked her husband from even seeing my posts. I bet since she used an email to publicly comment on my post, she did not even have an account with WordPress. So chances are she did not even know anything was directed to her. Often I think we try to reach out to someone but we fail miserably. I would probably had only invoked her anger if she had of read anything from yesterday, and not what I wanted, her understanding.
The lesson here I am trying to come to is that we often react in a hastily manner, not fully thinking out what it is we really want to convey. Instead of being heard and understood, we often invoke anger and bitterness. Maybe we incur more hostility. Or better yet, we get totally ignored. Maybe even things get escalated to a whole new level. I am not a psychologist and I do not pretend to have all the answers, but one thing I have learnt from just life, is we all overreact, we all play a blame game, we all go about things incorrect at times. Should we try to slow our roll, I think so!
Maybe if you were able to follow my mind, which moves 100 miles an hour when writing, you gathered something helpful from this. Perhaps you can’t understand anything I tried to write. I hope you have a good day and I hope we are more gentle in our interactions with others. That is all.
MwsR
I shall see you on this side of the rainbow~! MwsR
When I think back on my life, the fifty some years I have been alive on this earth, I have many things that I hold in thought. I think of being adopted, first and foremost. I would not say being adopted made me, but it sure shaped my opinions, my ideas, my motives, at times, and so forth.
One of the reasons I write is because i have a lot of things inside this brunette haired head. I have always used my writing be it by pen and paper, or by typing, as a form of therapy. I have never been to someone for therapy and frankly I am not in favor of doing that, as it pertains to me, I have however, seen those who are so much happier and better for going to see someone in the therapy business. I do believe it can and does help some. I for myself, choose to let God and myself deal with my own issues.
Thinking of my life, I mentioned being adopted. Adoption has many outcomes. Some are painful, some are great, and some adoptions are just so-so. Like with everything in life, adoption is not a guarantee that a person will be happy or fulfilled. It does not discriminate between person’s of any particular race or creed. I believe adoption is like either a means to better predicament, or perhaps someone’s dream in that they wished to be adopted, or maybe it gives hope where hope was lost. If adoption is done right and with open minds, I believe there is much potential for a better life, a more loving one, and a more stable future. I’m not here to just write about adoption, all though to know some of the reason’s why I write, one might need to understand, that I was adopted.
For me pain was a pen. It was the means to get things off of my chest, from around my heart, and out from inside my mind. My pen has always been emotion. I write because I am empathetic and a very sensitive person. I can almost feel another’s plight o their pain. Sometimes it is because I too, have lived their way. Maybe I have contemplated some of their same emotions before. I am not sure that it is just pain that keeps me writing. I think I write because I want to help others. I want others not to feel alone in the emotions they have. Although we all are individuals, we are also emotional human beings.
If you have pain in your past, in your life, in this moment, how can you turn that into something else, maybe something positive? I write sometimes of things I see, sometimes it is things I feel. More than not it something I have lived before that pushes me to write. I do not dwell on what I write, and honestly half of the time I don’t even re-read it. I feel that when I am writing it is coming as it is laid upon my heart. If I were to re-read most of it, I would see flaws, see errors, and if I correct those, I would miss the emotion that led me write it. I don’t know if that makes sense to you. I hope you are following me.
I know people that plan their writings, plan their poems, plan their posts carefully and to a “T”. I do not. I write poems especially as they come in my head. See, that is why it is therapy. You don’t plan what you are going to say in aa therapy session, do you? You just let emotions come as they come. I like rhyming and although poems don’t have to rhyme, I like the flow of rhyming. I like the correlation, like it connects the first line to the next. It is easy to read. It makes things stick in your mind. Like a favorite song verse or a saying that you’ve heard on the radio or someone has “YouTubed”.
Another thing I think about is, what my life will be in the remaining years I have left on this earth. I worry over things that have never happened, but could. I am sometimes a worrywart. I think of scenarios before they actually occur. I use my thinking to come up with a solution or way to handle things. I bet you all do that to.
I love to be able to express myself, express my thoughts, and share something that I think is important. Pain is the pen that helps me write. The point that it read by countless others, and perhaps shared with others, makes me feel blessed. We are given certain opportunities in this world. We can help others, we can hurt others, or we can hurt and damage others. What does your writing do?
There are so many facets of a person’s life. We can either deal with those facets or keep them or ignore them. Either way they will find a way to reveal the issues, or problems we all have. You can write or dance, or create, or do anything that will help you. We should not keep things locked up inside where it will cause damage. Then again, not everything is to be set free from inside either. We are complex creatures and our minds produce alot of funk that might be disturbing or scary to others. Our minds also connect with our feelings and not everyone will understand or accept your thoughts. That doesn’t mean you are not allowed to do whatever means you feels to help yourself. You should, because sometimes we are the only ones who can help us. Sometimes it is a necessary thing for us to take care of us.
As my life has had many ups and downs, many turn arounds, many smiles and frowns, your life does too. Give each moment of your life credit, give yourself a full life. Live and let live. Love and be loved. Where pain has been my pen, I am still happy in the end. I am still having a good life. I made it through many storms of life but I freed myself, God loved me more than I loved myself. That has been enough.
I shall see you all on the other side of the rainbow! MwsR
I shall see you on this side of the rainbow~! MwsR
Your husband, as you referred him to be, had left a comment. It was merely, “I’m”. I wrote in reply to that and asked him what it was he was trying to write, that his reply was not finished.
I do not know anything about him or you for that matter, but you writing me like you did says a lot. I am not after your husband and you are mistaken in your judgement of things. I reply to all comments from my followers and your husband left that reply.
I am sorry you are having a bad day, and that you misjudged a situation. I am just a writer, happily married myself, and not interested in your husband, now or any other time. Sorry for any misunderstandings. Try to get the whole picture before you go off on someone, navydoc1259.
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