More, a way you can live with until you know for certain that this piece should go there, and that one there. All gathering towards this one. You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. What does this phrase mean?
At any given moment in our lives, there are certain things that could have heppened but, didn't. The magic moments go unrecognized, and then suddenly, the hand of destiny changes everything. If we're lucky, if we're very, very lucky, the person we fall in love with will always resemble that snapshot. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.
The pain we encounter throughout our days spent on this earth comes from the illusion that some moments can be held onto.
Clinging to people and experiences that were never ours in the first place is what causes us to miss out on the beauty of the miracle that is the now. All of this is yours, yet none of it is. How could it be? Look around you. Everything is fleeting. To love and let go, love and let go, love and let go I thought a lot about what I should write to you.
I thought of giving you blessings and wishes for things of great value to happen to you in future; I thought of appreciating you for being the way you are; I thought to give sweet and lovely compliments for everything about you; I thought to write something in praise of your poems and prose; and I thought of extending my gratitude for being one of the very few sincerest friends I have ever had.
But that is what all friends do and they only qualify to remain as a part of the bunch of our loosely connected memories and that's not what I can choose to be, I cannot choose to be lost somewhere in your memories. So I thought of something through which I hope you will remember me for a very long time. I decided to share some part of my story, of what led me here, the part we both have had in common.
A past, which changed us and our perception of the world. A past, which shaped our future into an unknown yet exciting opportunity to revisit the lost thoughts and to break free from the libido of our lost dreams. A past, which questioned our whole past. My dear, when the moment of my past struck me, in its highest demonised form, I felt dead, like a dead-man walking in flesh without a soul, who had no reason to live any more.
I no longer saw any meaning of life but then I saw no reason to die as well. I travelled to far away lands, running away from friends, family and everyone else and I confined myself to my thoughts, to my feelings and to myself. Hours, days, weeks and months passed and I waited for a moment of magic to happen, a turn of destiny, but nothing happened, nothing ever happens.
I waited and I counted each moment of it, thinking about every moment of my life, the good and the bad ones. I then saw how powerful yet weak, bright yet dark, beautiful yet ugly, joyous yet grievous; is a one single moment. One moment makes the difference. Just a one moment. Such appears to be the extreme and undisputed power of a single moment. We live in a world of appearance, Abigail, where the reality lies beyond the appearances, and this is also only what appears to be such powerful when in actuality it is not.
I realised that the power of the moment is not in the moment itself. The power, actually, is in us. With children of all ages, small and simple acts have lasting impact.
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Not all of us have children to teach the basics of sewing to. The early sisters were a diverse group just like us. Some were married, some single, some widowed, but they were united in purpose. Sisters, I love you, and I know the Lord loves you too. Now, many of you are single. You are students; you are working; you are new to Relief Society. Some of you have been longtime members.
Please believe me when I say each of you is valued and needed. Each of you brings love, energy, perspective, and testimony to the work. Your efforts to live close to the Spirit bless us all because you have learned to rely on the Spirit for strength and direction.
- Précaution (Le Choix dun mari) (French Edition)?
- Moses And Monotheism?
- Angels of Peace.
- The Clone Popper: Dangerous Days.
- Pesadilla! (Spanish Edition).
- Sharing Sweet and Cherished Moments of Life with Family and Friends – That’s What It’s All About.
- MORE IN LIFE.
One evening a single sister, Cynthia, felt prompted to go and see a sister she visit taught. As Cynthia walked home, she noticed a nurse outside a hospital with two children, both serious-burn victims. Becoming reacquainted on the lawn of the hospital, it was obvious the children were healing physically, but without any family support, they were suffering emotionally. Cynthia began visiting the children and nurturing them.
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Was that effort because she was single? It was because she was attentive to the Spirit and had yielded her heart to God. If we are in tune with the Spirit, if we are seeking the Lord and His guidance, if our direction is to return to our Father in Heaven, the sweet moments will come. And we will treasure them, for we have become instruments in the hands of God.
At that point, I began to focus on my spiritual and personal growth and not on whether I was ever going to marry.
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See how much we learn and grow when we share with one another our witness that the Lord lives and loves us. Sometimes that love comes in unexpected ways. Kristen was finishing a graduate degree and had recently given birth to her second child. She felt the other graduates had accomplished so much more and was reluctant to attend the graduation dinner. Her fears were confirmed when, at the dinner, the students were asked to list their professional accomplishments. I had nothing to call myself, no lofty position, no impressive job title.
- Moments Quotes.
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- Sweet Moments.
The woman received grand applause. She handed the professor her blank sheet, trying to hold back the tears. The professor had been one of her teachers and had praised her performance. He looked at her blank paper. There was just one standing ovation that night; it was for the mother in the room. Little ones so need your kind and loving hand. As you put them first, He will direct you how to best serve them. All of you with older children are needed in your homes.
Yes, there are frustrations, but there are lots of joys. Look for them! Having raised four industrious sons, I learned a thing or two about being an instrument: Enjoy the energy of these years! Make your home a safe, happy, relaxed place where friends are welcome. Listen, love, share your stories of your childhood and teenage years with your children. Have expectations for your children.
We had a curfew and told our sons that the Holy Ghost goes to bed at midnight.