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 Philippines a
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 .
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?
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