Head Over Heels in Nostalgia

If time can be captured in an hour glass

I will fill it with beautiful memories

And flip it over and over again

A Bit of Self Indulgence

When I started this blog it had been my loose intention to jot down current thoughts or feelings. Initially a bit nervous, I held back, as is touched on in my very first post. I became aware that most of my jottings were the sharing of other peoples words (poetry, stories etc) - albeit representative of my own sentiments. Just at the stage when I would have begun to give more of 'myself' my life was impacted on in an incredible way (ref Twenty Twenty Vision post). Such is the legal and covert nature of this incident that I am not allowed - as yet - to speak of it even to my closest friends. And yet it is consuming my whole being. So when it comes to being restricted to jottings of a lighthearted or non-personal theme I feel stifled, frustrated and - at worst - insincere. I am a very open character and ache to share my shock and outrage, my deep sorrow and my sheer disbelief at what has happened.

Now I am disappointed in myself for mentioning something again of which I cannot elaborate. It's not fair on any would-be reader. But I needed to come on here and be who I really am and be where I'm really at just now. And if that means writing about something that I cannot write about, then so be it!
I know I'm being really selfcentred today but you know - I don't care - I need this even though I hate 'me me' pieces where the 'I' key gets a battering.
Anyway, it's cathartic and it worked. I feel a lot better - though foolish - now. : -)

When Your Hut's On Fire

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhibited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Everyday he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted he eventually managed to build a little hut from driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions.

One day, after searching for food during a tropical thunderstorm, he arrived back to find his little hut in flames,with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief and anger. He cried out "God! How could you do this to me?" He drifted off into a restless sleep.

As dawn broke, he awakened to the sight of a ship approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal." they replied.

The moral of the story:

It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering. Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground - it may just be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God.

I read this on various other blogs (with no original author's name) and as I always like to credit someone I will just have to add a general 'thank you'.

From a Remarkable Daddy

My eldest son, the remarkable father of my two grandchildren, sent me this...
www.because-movie.com
And, courtesy of 'Walk the Talk', I'd like to share his philosophy with the world.