Things have been getting real with Pete and I over the last few years. I mean real as in how they have been all along but we didn’t want to see or feel, preferring to remain in a delusion of our own creation rather than seeing the relationship from God’s Perspective.
The children are moving out of the house and into their first homes (a tent set up) tomorrow. Each child has purchased a tent setup that will be their home until they go through an attitude shift (an emotional change) in regards to caring for the shared environment and love of others (in basic terms clean and care for their personal and shared living environment and not expect others (mum in this case) to do everything for them, and to see how their choices and actions are causing unloving situations in their lives).
Historically I haven’t been a deep thinker or logical analyzer of my feelings, thoughts and actions, instead preferring to skim the surface and find evidence that supports my flawed belief systems. This is a place that I have been easily influenced without paying too much attention to who or what the influence was.
Then there is love
And the taste of life
like wild honey on my tongue
Sweet, fragrant and intense,
An exotic, unnamed song
Untested, bold horizons
begin to clap against my eyes
Enchanted sunlit gardens
Dawning, dappled skies
A world revealed, existing
alongside human misery and shame,
Eternal, always offered
should we just release all pain
The promise of our future
is greater than most dream
But first the fury and the famine,
all misery and greed
must be felt and healed forever
– the truth with new eyes seen
To embrace all forms of suffering,
to seek and change the cause,
Is the journey of the prophet
which he walks, stumbles,
or yet, crawls
In spite of opposition,
attack and rage-filled hate
Never wavering direction
He is assured of what awaits
Proof of God’s Munificence
to change all stone to flesh
He calls to all who suffer
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When I was 24 years old I decided it was time to have kids. It was a compulsive feeling that I needed children and I needed to be a mother no matter what.
Before I had children I had the false belief that having children would make me a ‘real woman’.
I thought being a mum was my only role, purpose and destiny in life. I thought that once I was married and had children my purpose as a woman would be fulfilled and life would be perfect like in a hallmark movie. I believed that somehow having children would magically fix everything in my life and make me feel great.
Usually we use the word faith to refer to faith in a positive sense – faith in God, faith in The Way, faith in love, and faith in truth. We make global statements that imply that faith is something we have, or do not have.
But every person has faith in something. Faith is the driving force behind every one of our actions, desires and aspirations.
We can have faith in evil, in passivity, in anger, in hopelessness, in cynicism, in addiction, in greed and selfishness. We can (and do) have faith in sin.
In order to change the world we must, as individuals, examine what we have faith in.
And then do the “dirty work” of facing and changing the painful emotions that support our current corrupt faith.
Only through individually and collectively restoring our faith to be faith in what is good and true and pure can we…
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