stumbling along

All day today, my mind was thinking it was a play day. In reality, it was a day of performing my normal duties. I tried to have fun by looking at my work and keep that happy mode going. It helps make the work go quicker.

Always, trying to find a quite time and giving thanks to our Creator.

Sometimes I look for different ways to complete old tasks.

I will keep control of my thoughts and this will give me more power. I need to be careful, like a river that has been dammed.

Apple photo

Today, feels like a very spiritual day. I am not talking about going to church or any form of formal service. I am talking about when you are taking in the beauty of nature and the Creator speaks directly to you an accompanied with the realization of the abundance in my life and the appreciation of silence.
When I realized how strong I am; I am as the strength of nature. I use my feminine (inner) self to settle down my strength. You see, my passion and will is refined so I have happy time all the time. Both inner and outer.
So, my feminine side can persuade cooperation from others and bring harmony to the disruptive energies in the essence of goodwill.
Get the things you are responsible for out of the way and then you will be more comfortable. Be strong today for others and friendship will be the treasure. When you have treasures, you have an even greater possibility for success.
Apple sees red.

Often, you will hear me say “keep in touch.” Usually it is because I wear glitter just below my throat. I do it to “keep in touch with the little girl inside of me.” As the faith of a young girl, believing that God has control.

I would like to share this story, my sister shared with me.

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to the Drug Store. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention.Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

‘And what do you want?’ the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages,’ he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

‘Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,’ Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. ‘He’s really, really sick…and I want to buy a miracle.’

‘I beg your pardon?’ said the pharmacist.

‘His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now So how much does a miracle cost?’

‘We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help you,’ the pharmacist said, softening a little.

‘Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.’

The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, ‘What kind of a miracle does your brother need?’

I don’t know,’ Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money.’

‘How much do you have?’ asked the man from Chicago

‘One dollar and eleven cents,’ Tess answered barely audibly.

‘And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.’

‘Well, what a coincidence,’ smiled the man. ‘A dollar and eleven cents—the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. ‘

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said ‘Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the miracle you need.’ that well dressed man was Doctor, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. ‘That surgery,’ her Mom whispered. ‘was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?’ Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents….plus the faith of a little child.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.

It is an amazing adventure with God, trusting in Him only. Being content wherever He places me and whatever He makes of me, and accepting all, with devotion and humility’s. To know I am in the right place at the right time.
Gratefully yours, that little girl in me.

Happy Wednesday…

An Australian Definition of a Canadian - Written by an Australian Dentist

You probably missed it in the local news, but there was a report that someone in Pakistan had advertised in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed a Canadian - any Canadian.

An Australian dentist wrote the following editorial to help define what a Canadian is, so they would know one when they found one.

A Canadian can be English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. A Canadian can be Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, Arab, Pakistani or Afghan.

A Canadian may also be a Cree, Métis, Mohawk, Blackfoot, Sioux, or one of the many other tribes known as native Canadians. A Canadian’s religious beliefs range from Christian, Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu or none. In fact, there are more Muslims in Canada than in Afghanistan. The key difference is that in Canada they are free to worship as each of them chooses. Whether they have a religion or no religion, each Canadian ultimately answers only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

A Canadian lives in one of the most prosperous lands in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Charter of Rights and Freedoms which recognize the right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.

A Canadian is generous and Canadians have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return. Canadians welcome the best of everything, the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best services and the best minds. But they also welcome the least - the oppressed, the outcast and the rejected.

These are the people who built Canada. You can try to kill a Canadian if you must as other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world have tried but in doing so you could just be killing a relative or a neighbor. This is because Canadians are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, can be a Canadian.

Please keep this going! Pass this around the World. Then pass it around again. It says it all, for all of us

‘Keep your stick on the ice’ O’ CANADA

Or should I say don’t take anything personally.
What ever happens around you, stop thinking it is about you. If you and I where walking down the street and we meet up with a person and I say,”Hey he is weird,” with out knowing him, then it’s about me not him.Then perhaps I believe I am weird. Maybe I think to my self,”How do they know I am weird, can everyone see how weird I am?” Because I agree with what is said, that makes you trapped. If I am trapped, it is because I made an assumption that everything is about “me.”
We have been taught as a young child that everything is about Me, me and always me! But really, nothing other people do is because of me. It is because of them, people live in there own dreams, in their own mind. They are in a completely different world from the one I live in. When I assume they know what is in my world and I try to impose my world on them. I have it all wrong.
When I take this attitude ( it is not about me), I don’t need to place trust in what others say, I will not be hurt by careless words or action of others. I can ask for what I need and I can follow my heart and have peace in my heart and happiness.
There is a enormously amount of freedom that comes to me when I do not take it personal.
Think about what I have said and make these ideas yours. You deserve to know this truth and you deserve to live life fully.
Here is another great game and when you love sushi, you link it.