N.B. All of the following 3 blogs are because I am reading ‘Do Nothing, Christmas Is Coming’ by Stephen Cottrell, ‘an advent calendar with a difference.’
I have been thinking about the
lot recently. I mean, I think about it all the time, but I have been thinking
deeply about it lots more than normal. I miss it so much that the core of my
body actually aches some days. I look at photos to remind me of those precious
memories – some that I have shared and some that I never will, but all of which
I hold dear to my heart. Almost within the first few days of being there, the
very first time, I felt as if I was finally at home. It is a hard feeling to
describe to people, especially to people who feel that my home should be here in the UK,
either with family or close friends. I do feel ‘at home’ in many places, but
the feeling of my heart being filled with total peace and joy has only ever
really occurred in the Philippines . Philippines
And as the season for sharing good times with loved ones is fully upon us, I can’t help but dream of the days that used to be… the days that could have been. I know, deep down, that my heart will never truly be settled in this country. And I’m not overly sure what I’m supposed to do about that. I have family and friends here. What a sacrifice I would be making, to move to the other side of the world. I cannot lie, and say that it has never crossed my mind. But I am hoping, in my heart of hearts, that if and when that time comes, God will help those I leave behind to be gracious, and understanding. I hope that he will give my life full purpose, so that I knew that I were not sacrificing in vain.
That’s all I’m going to say today. Lots to do, God bless everyone. x
“Another winter day has come and gone away,
In even Paris and Rome, and I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by a million people I
Still feel all alone, oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know”
[Michael Bublé – ‘Home’]
DNCIC recommendations for today:
· What things bring you the greatest joy?
· What moments in your life are so inexplicably wonderful that you cannot comprehend them without using the language of the soul, the heart, the spirit?
· OK, so your heart is just a big muscle pumping your very necessary blood around your very mortal body; but it is also something else, something that cannot be defined or understood without another sort of language, that seems like an echo from another life.
· Get out the mistletoe – who do you want to kiss?