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So many people miss an important part of God's mystery. The reason? We don't train ourselves. Everyday, if you try (it is difficult at first) you will see God's personal message for you in everyday events. It's called thinking theologically.
Give it a try and I assure you the doubt you have, the separation that you feel from God's presence, and the void that seems to exsist in your life will soon vanish.
If you ,the readers, wish I shall share my personal experiences with so you can see how it works, and then try it for yourself.
Fallen Leaves God's message in eveyrday events
Pulling into the driveway which separates my front yard from the side yard, I reluctantly looked to the the left and then to the tight. There they were, again ,with twice as many waiting for me in the backyard. The brown crispy leaves were layered on the ground as high as the snow after a winter's blizzard. They almost seemed to be laughing at me, waiting to be gathered up while ruining my weekend.
Oh! How I hated those leaves..
Suddenly, I remembered that just a few weeks back, as Vivian and I were driving home, we caught a glimpse of our home from the main road. There she was, set back from the side road nuzzled deep within the rainbowed colored trees that surrounded her. The bright colored reddish orange leaves perfectly blending with the light browns and deep yellows . A baby sleeping in her mother's arms couldn't look more content. Our house looked like a picture on an Autumn calender. How fortunate we were.
Oh! How I loved those leaves.
These were the same leaves that in the torturous heat of the summer gave me shade and protection from the fiery rays of the sun as I sat on the bench swing and read a book or watched the grandchildren playing in the pool. These same leaves were home to the variety of birds which became our singing neighbors in both spring and summer.
Oh! How thankful I was for those leaves.
And now, I thought, just because these same leaves have become old and will cause me what really is a small inconvenience, I complain and want nothing to do with them.
I can only hope I do not treat people like this.
Just a Thought by the C.
Give it a try and I assure you the doubt you have, the separation that you feel from God's presence, and the void that seems to exsist in your life will soon vanish.
If you ,the readers, wish I shall share my personal experiences with so you can see how it works, and then try it for yourself.
Fallen Leaves God's message in eveyrday events
Pulling into the driveway which separates my front yard from the side yard, I reluctantly looked to the the left and then to the tight. There they were, again ,with twice as many waiting for me in the backyard. The brown crispy leaves were layered on the ground as high as the snow after a winter's blizzard. They almost seemed to be laughing at me, waiting to be gathered up while ruining my weekend.
Oh! How I hated those leaves..
Suddenly, I remembered that just a few weeks back, as Vivian and I were driving home, we caught a glimpse of our home from the main road. There she was, set back from the side road nuzzled deep within the rainbowed colored trees that surrounded her. The bright colored reddish orange leaves perfectly blending with the light browns and deep yellows . A baby sleeping in her mother's arms couldn't look more content. Our house looked like a picture on an Autumn calender. How fortunate we were.
Oh! How I loved those leaves.
These were the same leaves that in the torturous heat of the summer gave me shade and protection from the fiery rays of the sun as I sat on the bench swing and read a book or watched the grandchildren playing in the pool. These same leaves were home to the variety of birds which became our singing neighbors in both spring and summer.
Oh! How thankful I was for those leaves.
And now, I thought, just because these same leaves have become old and will cause me what really is a small inconvenience, I complain and want nothing to do with them.
I can only hope I do not treat people like this.
Just a Thought by the C.
