Wednesday, 21 November 2012
The miracle of being . . .
There was a certain man of God who used to stay in a small village now and then. I suppose everyone needs a break, and he chose to have it in a remote area . . . getting away from it all and staying with a local shepherd when he did. The shepherd's work oftimes took him out for long days and nights on the hillsides near his croft. The clergyman noticed that every morning, the shepherd would slip out of the house at a particular time, and so one day curiosity got the better of him and he asked why this was so.
"I go out to stand on hillside and take off my cap to thank God for all the beauty of this world." was the shepherd's response.
I, myself, have seen many beautiful places in my lifetime . . . and wonderful creations. Everywhere I go I see God's handiwork around me. It boggles my mind when I think that there are people who question His very existence . . . can they not see . . .
The miracle each sweet petal holds . . .
The magic held in morning dew . . .
The comfort found in the sound of laundry drying in the wind
The hum of the bee as it goes about it's labour, tiny wings buzzing from flower, to flower . . . to flower . . .
Sunrise . . .
Sunset . . .
A thousand little miracles carried on a breeze . . .
Or held at the rainbow's end . . .
The beauty in a leaf that falls . . .
The flutter of wing . . . and the sweetness of song . . .
Snowflakes that fall on your nose and eyelashes . . .
The miracle of beginning . . .
The tenderness of ending . . .
Hellos . . .
Goodbyes . . .
And all of the miracles in between . . .
We are not here by accident . . .
There is a purpose and a meaning in all things . . .
"All men should strive to learn before they die . . . what they are running from, and to . . . and why."
I'm talking desserts today . . . in The English Kitchen.
Have a beautiful day all . . . remember this day will never come again. Make the most of it.
Love and hugs . . .