Memories ... good memories. They are like an extra inch when we feel that we are at the end of our rope.
a bruised reed he will not break, a smoldering wick he will not quench. Mt. 12:20
Memories ... good memories. They are like an extra inch when we feel that we are at the end of our rope.
I feel disturbed when people say "Good things never last". It seems like a very skeptical way of looking at life. That is what I love about faith. It tells us that there is something beyond us, something that surpasses our way of looking at and understanding things.
If a thing is truly good, it will last. It may not be in the form that we have always known, but it will last. The challenge for us is to know when a thing is truly good. Following our criteria may not be a wise choice, because our criteria could be subjective as they follow our moods, our feelings, and our emotions.
Look for a north star, a guiding light other than yourself. My faith tells me to look up to God.
As we look up to that Guiding light, it will tell us what is truly good. And as we go through life, in its ups and downs, we will see that good things may change in forms and shapes, but they always last.r
Joy is not a prize, nor a quest, nor a destination.
Joy is the spirit within us, accompanying us in our journey.
It is like a dancing and totally dynamic flicker of light that warms our heart, sustains our resolve, pushes us to move ahead, and allows us to see the good and the beauty that surrounds us.