So, I decided I should shut off my mind to negativity—shoo pessimistic thoughts like you would shoo some pest birds off your precious garden. But how? How can one accomplish such a thing? Shutting off negative thoughts it surely is a hard thing to do. At least for me it is. It was then when all of a sudden the thought of a dear friend burst into my mind… like sparkles of magic it did, changing my mood instantly. Although I didn’t realize it then, I already had a smile in my face.
I decided I should go find my friend; text him, call him; write him a letter...
I was a little hesitant at first. I hadn’t seen my friend in such a long time. Perhaps he didn't want to see me now? Friendship comes so easily in summertime. When the garden is beautifully frocked with blossoms and the sky is so blue that when you lay on the grass and look at it you can’t really tell whether you are actually looking at the sky or maybe at an immense deep blue sea—those are the times when my friend and I have the strongest connection, and it is always here, in the garden, where we secretly meet.
But in winter time is another story. I kind of lose track of my dear friend in the winter. I don’t usually go out to the garden when is this cold and gloomy; but today I really needed to see him. So I went out to find him.
A little idea kept tugging at my heart strings as I was strolling around the garden—so disheveled and lonesome during this time of year. How could I let faith and hope put that spark back into my life? A little bit of that whimsy and magic?
It was then that I spotted the old stone I’d brought home with me a couple of summers ago from one of our summer outings. Such a heavy stone this was; and so uprooted to the ground, we almost gave up. I’m glad we didn’t and brought it home to our garden. And that is when I saw it... a most interesting thing; some sort of a note half way buried under a heap of dry leaves. A message? Like those strange message people sometime find along the seashore tucked in a bottle? I knew then that, the magic I was searching for was near...
I bent down, and took the paper. And what do you know... a message! A reminder. A love note if you may. Something to think about and to read as many times as needed be.
But wait… who left it there, you ask? My friend, of course. He tends to do things like that and probably had left it there that last time; knowing a forehand how much I was going to need it today.
I wanted to share this message with you. Please read it; make it yours. It’s a powerful message, but if you don't see it that way, at least take it as a practical messages for a better life.
Can you imagine? “a blessed home in myself where I can always always, go in and shut the door and kneel to my Father in secret and be at peace as in a sea of calmness, even when all around and about is trouble”… isn’t this fantastic! Magic and magical indeed I say!
When I pray, I know God would bring magical events into my life. All my dreams, my thoughts, my hopes, and my inspirations I have put in God’s magical hands. His enchanting presence is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced in my life and I know with total certainty that God will make sure those who earnestly seek Him are surrounded by His powerful magic; of love, protection, renovation and salvation.
It is real—this magic; you can feel it and people can see it in you too. They might just don’t know what it is, or what you get it from. But you know.
Whatever might be you situation today, please go to your “blessed home” and shut the door behind you and kneel before your Heavenly Father (my friend, and your friend too) in secret. Peace, as in a sea of calmness, will be yours; even when all around and about is trouble…
Everything here is the same; nothing new, but I do like to rearrange and move things around quite often to create fun vignettes and bring new interest.
Right at the turn of the season last summer, I found this lovely vintage vase at a thrift store. I filled it up with the last of my roses and enjoy it for a few days. I can already imagine it filled with freshly cut roses when again everything will be smelling like pollen and dust and roses...
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