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“When a sword is tempered, it is first heated to melting point then hammered into a desired shape. It is plunged into cold water. Once cooled it is fired and hammered again until it grows sharp and strong. This tempering makes the sword worthy of being carried by a King. As we learn to endure and surrender to the fire, the hammer, and the cold, we grow strong and uncomplaining. We are able to face whatever comes, holding our temper, while we ourselves we are being tempered.” ~Ann Mortifee, In Love With The Mystery
LUKE 12:7~ But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.
These 3 lovely images are not my own; sourced from my “UPLIFTING” Pinterest board
Humility. A tremendously huge lesson for us all. As a person of deep faith, I believe it’s important, essential even, to acknowledge the workings of God in our lives. Gratitude helps realign me with the bigger picture. I look in the mirror as I brush my teeth in the morning and think of so many things to be thankful for… such as running water (which I turn off when brushing my teeth), and good health, my loved ones, this day! The list grows! There is so much to be thankful for, yet we too often forget to acknowledge how gifted, how blessed, we truly are. Humility to me includes respecting this gift of life I am given every morning. As they say, never regret growing older for it is a privilege denied to many.
Of all trees, I observe God hath chosen the vine, a low plant that creeps upon the helpful wall; of all beasts, the soft and patient lamb; of all fowls, the mild and guileless dove. Christ is the rose of the field, and the lily of the valley. When God appeared to Moses, it was not in the lofty cedar nor the sturdy oak nor the spreading palm; but in a bush, a humble, slender, abject shrub; as if He would, by these elections, check the conceited arrogance of man.
~Owen Feltham (1602 – Feb 23, 1668)
I hope you’ve enjoyed my old-fashioned quotes in this brand new year of 2015. I believe humility is always timely, even if the teachers have been gone for hundreds or thousands of years, their lessons live on.
Luke 18:14 KJV ~ I tell you, this man went down to his house justified rather than the other: for every one that exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.
Sending my warmest wishes for a wonderful 2015 to one and all. May all our hearts be joyous and bright and filled with all the hopes and dreams of a brand new year. May peace prevail. Namaste.
[All images are by others and can be viewed in my Tumblr collection ~ see sidebar or click here]
Whether you are in the grandest cathedral with organ music reverberating through your soul, or wandering some quiet path amongst the glory of nature’s wild places, find a moment to worship. To celebrate that spark of life that beats your heart and has you here, now, realizing the gift you have been given. This day. This life. It is beautiful, and one way to help magnify the feelings of love is to focus on how truly endless is God’s love. Spend some moments in reverence today. Or all day. Blessings are boundless around us but we must have the eyes to see them. Let’s see them everywhere today. You are blessed, and you are a blessing. Love, Gina
The community of writers and artists that compose the loving online family I am grateful to be surrounded by here continues to make me feel blessed.
Today I have felt my heart melt and grow at the same time, and all of it is healing and wonderful. Amongst other delightful forays catching up with my WP community, I read a few significant posts that touched me so deeply I shed tears, for various reasons.
First stop in my heart-touching travels was DhammaFootsteps writing with such tenderness and skill on the topic of the passing of his friend, a Buddhist Chaplain. His writing talent and the depth of his lovingkindness continue to humble me and fill me with gratitude that I can read about his observations. My tears began flowing as I read of her clock radio going off and filling the area with classical music. Maya Angelou’s passing and my grief process has been a part of my recent absence from blogging, and Tiramit’s eloquence felt as soothing to my aching heart as refreshingly cool water on an intensely hot day. I needed to read this and plan several rereads of this powerful piece.
Next was Ivon reminding me of how young I was when I began my spiritual journey. At the time I thought I was just tracking the travels of snails and lovingly climbing (and communicating with) old trees. Before I was 10 years old I began feeling the power of God’s love for all of us… for me. I saw it in the beauty of nature and was able to understand, in my youthful openness, that it is His love for us that allows us to see beauty in the changing of the seasons or the brilliant colours on an insect’s wings, the melodious thrill of hearing a bird’s song and the glory of the full moon as it illuminates the night. So much beauty, everywhere we look, and this post reminded me of how deep my love for nature is, and therefore God, and how early it began for me. This is a part of my comment on his post: “Yes when we were little, following the antics of beetles and marveling at clouds, we were wise. This post helps me to remember that wisdom.”
DreamPrayAct was next, where I go to read wisdom shared from Reverend Mark. He posted an important sermon, again moving me to tears. His writing always touches my heart and this time especially I could easily imagine myself sitting in the pews of his congregation, feeling his love. This is part of what I wrote in my comment on his post: “Thank you for filling me with hope and speaking in such positive terms as “You will continue to be a witness to the love of Christ through your ministry presence in this community. You will continue to give spiritual nurture to children and people of all ages.” I adore the phrase ‘ministry presence’ and I deeply appreciate the positive form of your statements throughout this incredible sermon.”
And finally such kindness I discovered from a friend who offered me a tremendous gift: the dedication of her post today. And even beyond that great honor, was the image and poem itself that speaks to me deeply. Sweet Amy at Petals Unfolding (herladypinkrose) offered me the gift of friendship and love in her generous heart with the image of a rose reminding me of the unfolding of blossoms that only happen in their perfect time. This gift, her powerful poem with her incredible photograph of a new precious rosebud slowly opening, is one of the most beautiful gifts I’ve ever been given. Her popular blog sharing a shout-out to me, knowing I am blooming in my own way, doing the best that I can which appears to include some troubles with writing all that I want to share about. Sweet soul-sister Amy, your loving shout-out has been gratefully received, welcomed and embraced as the loving hug it is, and please accept in return my loving celebration of the gift that bloggers such as yourself offer from your endlessly generous hearts. You mean so much and your gift has brought me great love and comfort today, and for always. Thank you kindly.
Along with Tiramit, Ivon, Mark and Amy, there are so many of you who deeply touch my heart as I enjoy reading your kind heartfelt words on the screen. I hope you know who you are (and I do intend to make a Blogroll/Links page to share all your blog’s links) but here’s my shout-out in no order to some who quickly come to mind: Jamie, Joe, Cher, Cathy, Jonathan, Lorrie, Trini-Line, Wendell, Jeanne, Kenneth, Sue, Ihsan, Lillian, Paul, Val, Sriram, Diana, Jack, Eliza, Antonio, Kendra, Sheri, Russ, Ute, Sloan. And so many more who, along with these friends mentioned, I’ll share links to your sites shortly. Stay tuned and watch for the ProfessionsForPeace Links Page coming soon!
Bless your hearts, all you wonderful writers, for the generous lovingkindness you share. You are deeply appreciated and your kindness reaches further than you may know. And I am so proud and honored to be a part of this loving online family. With loving friendship and respect, Gina
[with gratitude to the creators of these unsourced images]