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Post by majestyjo on Nov 28, 2014 20:48:18 GMT -5
Love this concept, living our thanks. Gratitude is an action word. It is one things to say it, but another to live it.
Praying and asking for awareness of the things around us. Those little things we can take for granted, recognizing they are answers to prayer, aware that God is with us and that we are not alone.
I firmly believe a thought is a prayer. I will never forget the day, I got the message, "Give thanks, it is already on the way." I was sitting on the floor doing a meditation and before I stood up, the phone rang and it was the answer to my needs.
Just the fact that I am alive today is a reason to be grateful.
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Post by majestyjo on Nov 29, 2014 9:56:32 GMT -5
One today is worth two tomorrows. Francis Quarles If you endeavour to please the worst, you will never please the best. To please all is impossible. William Blake There is a grace of kind listening, as well as a grace of kind talking. Frederick William Faber
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Post by majestyjo on Dec 22, 2014 7:17:50 GMT -5
Journeys "Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." - Ralph Waldo Emerson ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Courage "Good timber does not grow with ease. The stronger the wind the stronger the trees." - Williard Marriott ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ As they say, recovery is a journey not a destination. It takes courage to take that journey and I found that I needed to go to my God in order to maintain it.
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Post by majestyjo on Dec 30, 2014 6:47:55 GMT -5
Haven't been feeling well, not sure what the problem is, I think I have a virus. Just aching all over, and not feeling up to par. Not much physical pain that I normally have, just one big ache, no appetite, no energy, feeling blah, and hopefully my words don't sound the way I feel. I have been surfing old posts trying to lift my spirits, heal, and find some new awareness. It is always good to go back and read old posts, not only to see where I was at, but to just get some food for the body, mind, and spirit. To fill up and top myself up when I am not feeling good. Prayer of St. Francis Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury,pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen
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Post by majestyjo on Apr 2, 2015 7:23:59 GMT -5
This is a copy of a post I made a year ago. The reading yesterday was the same. This same person was the first person to call and wish me Happy Birthday and to say he is grateful for the help I gave him early in his recovery.
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Post by majestyjo on Apr 26, 2015 20:42:24 GMT -5
THE MASK I WEAR
Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear For I wear a mask. I wear a thousand masks- masks that I'm afraid to take off and none of them are me. Pretending is an art that's second nature with me but don't be fooled, for God's sake, don't be fooled. I give you the impression that I'm secure That all is sunny and unruffled with me within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game, that the water's calm and I'm in command, and that I need no one. But don't believe me. Please!
My surface may be smooth but my surface is my mask, My ever-varying and ever-concealing mask. Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weaknesses and fear exposing them. That's why I frantically create my masks to hide behind. They're nonchalant, sophisticated facades to help me pretend, To shield me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only salvation, and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance, and if it's followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself from my own self-built prison walls
I dislike hiding, honestly I dislike the superficial game I'm playing, the superficial phony game. I'd really like to be genuine and me. But I need your help, your hand to hold Even though my masks would tell you otherwise That glance from you is the only thing that assures me of what I can't assure myself, that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare. I'm afraid to. I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh and your laugh would kill me. I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing, that I'm just no good and you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game With a facade of assurance without, And a trembling child within. So begins the parade of masks,
The glittering but empty parade of masks, and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's nothing and nothing of what's everything, of what's crying within me. So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying Hear what I'd like to say but what I can not say.
It will not be easy for you, long felt inadequacies make my defenses strong. The nearer you approach me the blinder I may strike back. Despite what books say of men, I am irrational; I fight against the very thing that I cry out for. you wonder who I am you shouldn't for I am every man and every woman who wears a mask. Don't be fooled by me. At least not by the face I wear.
-----author unknown
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Post by caressa222 on Feb 20, 2019 18:10:48 GMT -5
Page 1 start tomorrow, February 21. It just happens to be a few years ago that I shared this. Hope your day is a good one.
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Post by caressa222 on Mar 11, 2020 3:02:40 GMT -5
Tried to copy the Rules for Being Human five times. Something always went wrong so I guess I don't qualify.
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