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I came across a story yesterday that has resonated loudly in the silence of my heart and I don’t know how I missed it! I discovered it on searching through Child Prodigy Akiane Kramarik’s paintings. For a long time now I’ve not been able to articulate the thousand musings of different topics that have constantly raged through my thoughts; and have dominated my moods of expression on paper for fear of being judged by those very feelings and thoughts, and the people that read them. Thia is why this story means so much. In fact, reading this story on one of Akiane’s paintings stunned me and vibrated a deep truth yet simple illustrated in the best way I know how in the form of storytelling which has started to open me up again and prepare my tongue as ‘a pen of a ready writer’. Storytelling is a most beloved childhood favourite. Therefore, I thought it only best to share this story with you. I just couldn’t keep it to myself and let facebook have it alone!
Let it bless you as it has me! Oh and a…Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!
Akiane Kramarik shares the story as follows…:
“Once upon a time, in an island there lived six feelings and emotions: Happiness, Knowledge, Love, Sadness, Richness and Vanity. One day they discovered that the island began sinking! So all of them built boats and canoes and left, one by one. Except for Love. Love wanted to delay abandoning her beloved island as long as possible.
When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
Akiane Kramarik’s Time
Richness was passing by Love in a boat. Love asked, “Richness, can you take me with you?”
Richness answered, “Sorry, Love, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat, so there is no place here for you. With both of us in here we will sink for sure.”
Love next asked Vanity who was also sailing by, but Vanity offered the same answer. “I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by, so Love asked, “Sadness, take me along with you.” “Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”, sadness said in a gloomy voice.
Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so preoccupied with her happiness that she did not even hear when Love called her.
Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.”
It was an elder with a tattered head scarf. An overjoyed Love jumped into the boat. When they arrived at a dry land, the elder went her own way. Love looked around and saw the Knowledge who was the first to have landed there a while ago.
“Who Helped me?” Love asked. “It was Time,” Knowledge answered. “Time? Why time?” Love was surprised.
“Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.” The Knowledge smiled. “
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For the past 27 daysI’ve been declaring things I am thankful for and
Charlie & Snoopy in Thanksgiving mode!
looking for something everyday to be grateful for. And I decided that for all those who don’t quite get all this thanksgiving I’m giving, here’s a quick brief overview.
Usually everyday, we all have something to complain about. There’s always something going wrong and if its not our life, its the weather or its the government or etc. And I realised that with some of the challenges that I’m currently facing that if I kept this ever growing cycle of complaining or moaning and grumbling (even though I have the right to) that I would become more miserable and the energy I release will be half the output I receive and it will kill the strength for me to pull through.
So I’ve known that the key usually to breakthrough is by thanksgiving, and seeing that this is the season of Thanksgiving (for mainly The United States of America) I felt it right that I should start a 14day challenge of saying thank you. But, as I continued with this challenge, I grew so use to it and it’s slowly but surely been changing my attitude towards each day! Although, it was hard at first! As a result of this realisation, I decided to increase it to 40-days and noticed that one of my favourite musicians and worship leaders from IHOP aka Jaye Thomas was doing the same thing and it provoked me to join in the battle for a WAR ON GRUMBLING.
You see the goal is to cultivate a culture of “Thanksgiving” which we’ve apparently seemed to have lost in this ‘god-forsaken’ world we live in currently. If we cultivate such a culture, imagine what it would be like…! Imagine the shift and transformation. The was I see it is as I commented on my friend’s comment on Facebook saying, ” jump on the band wagon. the more we get cultivating a culture of thanksgiving, the better [wecreate] the atmosphere [we live in], and the likely hood for us seeing greater miracles and experiencing personal transformation!”
So Why not join in on this war on grumbling? At least if it doesn’t change anything else, it will certainly change your attitude and your outlook on life Pain or Not! Thanks for taking the time to read! Peace! xx#warongrumbling
Keeping it Real,
The Elected Lady xx
A good ol’ Thanksgiving Meal! What are you thankful for? #Thanksgiving2013
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“Stay up with me One more Night,” I came with the soft whispers of the night. The Chilling foreboding of my impending doom, awaited me. Troubled, I’d never known FEAR; Never knew Fright, Until that fateful eve in my heart when fear was all I could see… Knowing the thought of Losing YOU to face my Destiny gripped my sorrowful frame, But knowing it was to SAVE YOU, was worth enduring the Pain and the Shame.
So, could you watch with me One Hour?
But that night the weight was all too real! The apprehension. The Pain. Mental Torturewas all I could feel. The threat of truly knowing life a part Where my Father would forsake me for a start, The darkness of loneliness creeping my skin, The terror of emptiness Pounding within…
So I asked again: would you watch with me One Hour?
But on return to your sleeping heads, the weight of slumber covered your eyes. Crestfallen, the familiar stab of pain and disappointment hit me But my loving compassionate heart saw your feeble frame, & I knew YOU were MY Prize!
The thought of your falling to Temptation’s Snare, pulled my jealous love for you to pray, All I wanted was One More Night with you – Please Stay! Yet, my cry was “Not MY WILL BUT BE DONE THINE!” So that I could make you truly Official and Legitimately Mine!
So now you’ve found yourself in your Gethsemane. Your Being & Energy calls out to me: “Lord, Watch with me One Hour?” and me I say, “I’ll watch with you an hour, a second and a day, Even a Lifetime. Because I will NEVER LEAVE YOU nor FORSAKEYou. And finally, “YOU ARE MINE.“
Let me know what you think peoples! As ever Keeping it real, Peace! HAPPY EASTER!!
“…but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before…”
-St. Paul
Welcome to the year 2013!
So we all stuffed our bellies and faces foolishly, engaged in all manner of debaucherous gluttony and excessive drinking, and spending; And we also enjoyed the heavenly spins of Midnight Mass, not to mention the screaming children at 4am waiting in vain for the fruit of their letters to poor ol’ Santa Claus! Then we gloriously marched (in the UK especially not sure about everywhere else) to “Boxing Day Sales” to rid ourselves of unwanted and disappointing gifts (Oh the plague of having too much choice!) and spend the christmas vouchers and monies we received from our dear ol’ uncles, aunts and grandparents with joyous glee! Finally, we anticipated the vain resolutions we prepared for the ultimate BOOM of the Year 2013 and met the year with Thanksgiving, Prayers, Joy and Gladness, and yes indeed, much Celebration! I think that must about summed up the last two weeks right?
Thank the Lord! But, I’m third day in to the year and I’ve already met challenges number 2013 appendix 1-3 on board this Train, ever seeking to press the buttons that echo and resemble the familiar smells of TWENTY TWELVE! Glory!
Yes, 2012,tried to rear his ugly head and manipulate my year already by weaving his ugly tentacles into the pores of my engine on board Service “2013 Express Railways of Life”. Well, no siree! This year I am determined more than ever to take creativity beyond its bounds, even with taking risks but how does one intend to progress on this journey of fruitfulness, when the robber and the thief seek to steal and destroy our crop of the present. and joy of the future by sowing the Tears of our past? How do we overcome such radical opposition to our progress?
Well the wisdom lies here echoed in the famous words of St. Paul in a letter to the ancient Greeks- the Philippians:
“…but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before…”
Yes. That’s it. Leave the Past behind. Cut the tentacles of 2012 off and Praise the Lord for the victories won in that year but as any athlete would tell you, press onwards and upwards. This means Discipline yourselfto FORGET. Pursue; Overtake; Recover all that 2013 has to offer.
So I’ve reflected. I’ve Refracted. Now, I Reform to Transform a thoughtless generation.
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