The Great Golden Bowl

"The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread."

~Mother Teresa

There is so much hunger in this world, but I am not speaking of the hunger for bread and gravy, I am of the need for spiritual growth, and the fulfillment, and nurturing of the human heart.  In the past, there have been many times that I have felt much like the grand canyon.  I felt a great emptiness hidden deep within. On the outside I had all the things necessary to survive. I had food,a roof over my head, a warm bed to sleep in, and a job to keep it that way, but there were things missing...holes to be repaired, and canyons to be filled.  I tried to fill that place with chocolate.  I burried it with things.  I ignored it with needless distractions.  Going about my way burdened with worries I could not fix, and the loss of something greater and meaningful in my life and heart that I had not yet grasped.  For God is the only one that can fill that deep void, and He is the only one that can bear the burden of our worries, and fix the hurts.  Having found God in my early adulthood, I learned early the freedom of letting go, and letting God.  I no longer had a void to attempt to fill nor a grief that I could not lay down.  There is such a wonderful peace and freedom in having a relationship with God.  It is like our heart is a great golden bowl, that waits to be filled by Him.  There are so many people in this world that are still trying to fill that bowl with something else....food,possessions,distractions,whatever they can get their hands on...but it will not satisfy no matter how plentiful the serving it may be.  This Thanksgiving, I pray that those that are hungry in every way will be given plenty.  That their great golden bowl will be filled with the eternal blessings of God, not just food, drink, and things.  I realize more and more as I get older, how much I have to be thankful for.  There are so many people that have so many needs unmet.  I want to take this time to acknoledge the plenty that matters in our lives...Peace, Hope,Love, and God.  May your heart be fulfilled with these blessings this Holiday season. 

Linking with Emily and Imperfect Prose

Someone Elses Shoes

Imperfect Prose with Emily take a look you will be blessed.

We travel the streets heading to our different destinations too many times unaware of the many conveniences and blessings that help us make the trip.  Like blinking,and breathing, we never take a second thought to it, we just blindly go on our busy way.  But we should be taking a second thought, and a third, fourth, and fifth, for there are many that do not have the same means that we do to get were they are going. They may not have a car,a home, or even a pair of shoes to protect their feet.

Recently, my church had a shoe drive for the homeless. We gathered together many shoes from different members of the congregation to provide for the homeless of Houston.  I could not help but think about the saying "walk 10 miles in someone else's shoes".  My grandmother had a plaque that hung from her livingroom wall that had that saying, and it always stuck with me.  We are always so quick to judge others without truly understanding their circumstance or background.  We would be giving our shoes and they would be walking 10 miles in our shoes, litteraly, yet we needed to be spiritually walking in theirs.  I just could not get that our of my heart and mind after that.  All I can really do is appreciate the many blessings that I do have in my life, and hope that when there is someone in need, I will be able to fill the shoes for what is needed in their life.

Too Busy Counting

Magpie Tales #32 with Willow

I never smelled the glory in the flowers,

for I was too busy counting the weeds.

I never heard the words of sincerity,

for I was too busy counting the schemes.

I never took in the breathtaking sunset,

for I was too busy counting the days.

I never noticed the detail in the quilt,

for I was too busy counting the frays.

I never saw the majesty in the night,

for I was too busy counting the stars.

I never accepted the beauty in myself,

for I was too busy counting the scars.

I never enjoyed holding the wonderful gift,

for I was too busy counting the cost.

I never appreciated all my many blessings,

for I was too busy counting all that was lost.