Change

I believe I am at a crossroads. We all have these moments in life. Something inside us dies if we don't embrace and indeed activlly persue change.
What is it that compels us, why do we get board and uninterested in old things. Quite often we channel this feeling in the wrong direction. We change our car, change our kitchen, change all kinds of junk that we have bought, we even change our partners.
Maybe we should focus on our heart and it's desires instead of our mind, which very often runs after the next or latest or greatest fad or thing. Our mind will often decieve us as to the best course of action, where as our heart is connected to the truth, the core of who we are and where our destiny lies.

Sleep

Sleep, to be reborn
Peaceful and content with him
Perfect in His arms

Tired

Waw, what a long day. Did the cordell festival today, it went very well.
We had to get up at 6am to drop off the kids with familly in order to arive at venue by 9am to set up and block out the stage. Got back home at 8pm.
Funny how feeling so tired can feel so good, too tired to write anymore........

Silence

To be silent is to be inactive. To be productive is to be proactive, spiritually or physically. Let us not be unproductive, but instead be true to who we are and what we are designed and destined to be. Action is care, inaction is not. Silence is not an action, it is a lac of action.

Lord we pray for all those affected all over the world by injustice, we ask that you comfort and strengthen them and lead them to you. Amen

Father

It's a strong word, father, it congers up all kinds of feelings, about your own father and about being a father. Sometimes they are good feelings sometimes not so good. I've just been tidying up after my three daughters, who have been throwing dried sweet corn all over the floor. One of the youngest, 3 years old, is not happy that I have stopped her from doing what she thought was a most enjoyable activity. She is at this moment still screaming the place down in disgust.

It made me think about how God must feel when I ask Him to clear the messes that I have made. I am sure that He feels none of the aggravation that I do, (oh to be perfect). So many times I take God for granted. Granted that He will always love me, always do the best for me, always direct me to clear up after the mess I've made or do it for me when it is beyond my capability. I don't always like what God says to me, as just like my daughter I am quite happy in the mess that I have made.
God however, I am fully aware, is my Father and is only trying to teach me the the right way to act. Hopefully, as I grow I will continue learning to listen and obey my Father, Who I Love.

Earth

Beautiful and pure,
there is no other like you.
For you are my home

Prejudice

I was walking in Cardiff last night, and wherever I walked, people either avoided me, became silent as I approached, talked and laughed about me after I went by, or looked intimidated or even scared, and what did I do to invoke such feeling?
I wore, black shoes, black trousers and a white shirt, an innocuous set of items, but wait. Just add two more items, a full length, matrix style coat and a black Aussie hat and that was enough. I had now become the most dangerous being on the face of the planet........... An individual!
It would seem that unless we fit in, conform, and become clone-like, in some strange ritualistic club, then we are labelled trouble or weird or worse! All this just for dressing differently. Disagreement, and difference it would seem, is enough to incite the strongest feelings and as witnessed throughout the world, quite often enough to incite war