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When Faith Is Tested: This is a time of monumental transition for our world, and each of our lives is being affected by the larger planetary transformations that are happening. Many of us who are on a spiritual path and living a spiritual life feel dismayed by the great intensity that is manifesting in our lives, our relationships, and even our physical bodies.
Compassion: by: Mary E. Martin. just found this quote from Thomas Aquinas - "I would rather feel compassion than know the meaning of it." Surely, this must be the difference between the understanding of the head and the heart.
The Healing Presence of God's Love: God's love as a healing presence in the world is growing stronger daily. Many people are not yet able to perceive this growing presence of light, ecause there also exists at this time a thick cloud of negative energy that is surrounding the Earth. This acts to obscure both the perception and the consciousness of people, and to create feelings of isolation and despair.
Sharing a Few Thoughts on Spirituality and Beliefs
...by: "Craig Lock" - Spirituality is not religion. It is something different (and more profound, deeper, I believe): A "connection with the Divine" (or what mystics often call “union with God". Life is a spiritual, not a religious journey. (I think it was Wayne Dyer, who said: "We are all spiritual beings on an earthly journey").
...by: "Craig Lock" - Spirituality is not religion. It is something different (and more profound, deeper, I believe): A "connection with the Divine" (or what mystics often call “union with God". Life is a spiritual, not a religious journey. (I think it was Wayne Dyer, who said: "We are all spiritual beings on an earthly journey").
Spirituality - Thirteen Keys for Finding Inner Peace Summary: In answer to a question from a man in West Africa, I came up with 13 keys for achieving inner peace. From meditation to self-compassion to seeing life as a grand classroom, these are points to practice for cultivating inner peace.
Confidence Building Secrets of True Winners
We all need some confidence building from time to time. Part of feeling confident has a lot to do with how we feel about ourselves. Feeling like we can accomplish things we set out to do is important to feeling confident.
We all need some confidence building from time to time. Part of feeling confident has a lot to do with how we feel about ourselves. Feeling like we can accomplish things we set out to do is important to feeling confident.
Secrets That Happy People Know - And You Can Too!
If you have forgotten how to take the positive approach and view to life, or if Life has placed obstacles in your way such as loss of a job, illness or death of a family member and it has drained the life from you, then try these tips to return joy to our life
FearNot
by Laury Hubrich
3/09/2008 / Christian Living
Once upon a time, in a not-so-distant past, a girl was born. Her parents named her Aimee, which means loved. Her mother and Father were kind and gentle with this fair-haired maiden. She was not given to, in the sense that the world gives. Her parents gave her gifts of compassion, tenderness, and joy. She also experienced a love that surpassed anything anyone could imagine.
This land was only a small part of what her Father owned. The rest of His Kingdom was not mentioned, not ever, and she never asked. Everything this maiden would want was here, in the confines of this beautiful place, this place without war, sickness, and famine; this place called FearNot.
Aimee was loved by all. She taught children to read and sing funny songs. They ran up and down the streets, holding hands, squealing in delight. When not playing, she spent hours at her Father's feet, soaking in His Presence. He delighted in her company.
One day, as she skipped along a deserted path lined with trees bowed under with the weight of ripe fruit, she came across a troll standing at a bridge. Aimee had never seen such a thing before. In fact, she had never seen this bridge, not once in her many years she had walked this way.
The troll caught her eye. He used a sing-songy voice to catch her attention. "Come here, Litt-le Aim-ee."
She stopped and observed this creature. He had an over-sized head with eyes that blinked constantly, in rhythm to the rushing stream. His feet were large with three toes sticking out of holey socks. His clothes were rags that served only to cover his anatomy.
Aimee continued to walk.
The troll called out to her again, "Aim-ee. A child needs you."
Sitting beside the troll was a young girl; scraggly brown bangs covered her small face. Aimee could see hunger in her eyes and she ached for her. Being a compassionate maiden and since she was the daughter of the King, she bent down, without fear, and talked to this little one.
"What's wrong with you, My Sweets? Why are you hungry when there is fruit all around?"
The troll laughed in delight. "Oh, my Lady, we are not allowed to enter FearNot. In order for you to help My Pretty, you must cross over to our side."
"And what do you call your side, do tell?"
The little girl whispered, "ToadSuck, my Lady."
Aimee pulled an apple off the tree and looked beyond the bridge. The road was lined with young children, and all looked expectantly at the fruit in her hand. She gathered mounds of apples into her apron and, without thinking, crossed the bridge. Her heart broke. Little ones, covered with bruises and broken limbs sat and gawked at her with tears in their eyes.
She walked the pathway, handing out fruit, until she came upon a village. There, she cared for the sick and tended the peasant's wounds. She turned against her Father and wouldn't allow herself to go back home. "Why would He allow this to happen? Why are there needy ones in ToadSuck when we have much abundance in FearNot?"
In the quiet of the night, Aimee could be heard crying into her pillow. She felt a separation from her Father to her very core. The girl held her stomach, rolled into a ball, and wailed. She wouldn't allow her Father to carry this load. She wanted to do it alone. Day after day she cared for these people and she began to look and act more like the ones she cared for.
One day, she walked down the road; gray, wrinkled, and stooped. Aimee looked across the rickety bridge to FearNot and wished she had never left her Father's Kingdom. She ached to feel her Father's touch, see His smile.
On the other side of the bridge, Her Father caught her eye. He said, "Come here, Litt-le Aim-ee."
Aimee stopped. She hardly dared to believe that He spoke.
He called again, "Aim-ee."
Relief filling her body, she ran to her Father and leapt into His arms. They wept together, mourning their long separation. They wept with joy in their reunion.
She suddenly remembered what she had left behind and was saddened. "Father, the children, why are the children hungry? Won't you please help the people in ToadSuck?"
She heard giggling coming from the forest. Aimee watched in delight as children came running across the bridge. They climbed onto her Father's back, giggling. They mussed His hair and little ones grabbed hold of his legs. They were all well-fed and happy.
It was then she understood that she did have a job to do. Caring for these people was her life's work, but carrying burdens was up to her Father. As she let the little ones play, unhindered, she felt a weight lift off her body. Her wrinkles disappeared and she now stood straight and strong.
From that day and forever after, the people of ToadSuck were warmly welcomed in the land of FearNot.
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by Laury Hubrich
3/09/2008 / Christian Living
Once upon a time, in a not-so-distant past, a girl was born. Her parents named her Aimee, which means loved. Her mother and Father were kind and gentle with this fair-haired maiden. She was not given to, in the sense that the world gives. Her parents gave her gifts of compassion, tenderness, and joy. She also experienced a love that surpassed anything anyone could imagine.
This land was only a small part of what her Father owned. The rest of His Kingdom was not mentioned, not ever, and she never asked. Everything this maiden would want was here, in the confines of this beautiful place, this place without war, sickness, and famine; this place called FearNot.
Aimee was loved by all. She taught children to read and sing funny songs. They ran up and down the streets, holding hands, squealing in delight. When not playing, she spent hours at her Father's feet, soaking in His Presence. He delighted in her company.
One day, as she skipped along a deserted path lined with trees bowed under with the weight of ripe fruit, she came across a troll standing at a bridge. Aimee had never seen such a thing before. In fact, she had never seen this bridge, not once in her many years she had walked this way.
The troll caught her eye. He used a sing-songy voice to catch her attention. "Come here, Litt-le Aim-ee."
She stopped and observed this creature. He had an over-sized head with eyes that blinked constantly, in rhythm to the rushing stream. His feet were large with three toes sticking out of holey socks. His clothes were rags that served only to cover his anatomy.
Aimee continued to walk.
The troll called out to her again, "Aim-ee. A child needs you."
Sitting beside the troll was a young girl; scraggly brown bangs covered her small face. Aimee could see hunger in her eyes and she ached for her. Being a compassionate maiden and since she was the daughter of the King, she bent down, without fear, and talked to this little one.
"What's wrong with you, My Sweets? Why are you hungry when there is fruit all around?"
The troll laughed in delight. "Oh, my Lady, we are not allowed to enter FearNot. In order for you to help My Pretty, you must cross over to our side."
"And what do you call your side, do tell?"
The little girl whispered, "ToadSuck, my Lady."
Aimee pulled an apple off the tree and looked beyond the bridge. The road was lined with young children, and all looked expectantly at the fruit in her hand. She gathered mounds of apples into her apron and, without thinking, crossed the bridge. Her heart broke. Little ones, covered with bruises and broken limbs sat and gawked at her with tears in their eyes.
She walked the pathway, handing out fruit, until she came upon a village. There, she cared for the sick and tended the peasant's wounds. She turned against her Father and wouldn't allow herself to go back home. "Why would He allow this to happen? Why are there needy ones in ToadSuck when we have much abundance in FearNot?"
In the quiet of the night, Aimee could be heard crying into her pillow. She felt a separation from her Father to her very core. The girl held her stomach, rolled into a ball, and wailed. She wouldn't allow her Father to carry this load. She wanted to do it alone. Day after day she cared for these people and she began to look and act more like the ones she cared for.
One day, she walked down the road; gray, wrinkled, and stooped. Aimee looked across the rickety bridge to FearNot and wished she had never left her Father's Kingdom. She ached to feel her Father's touch, see His smile.
On the other side of the bridge, Her Father caught her eye. He said, "Come here, Litt-le Aim-ee."
Aimee stopped. She hardly dared to believe that He spoke.
He called again, "Aim-ee."
Relief filling her body, she ran to her Father and leapt into His arms. They wept together, mourning their long separation. They wept with joy in their reunion.
She suddenly remembered what she had left behind and was saddened. "Father, the children, why are the children hungry? Won't you please help the people in ToadSuck?"
She heard giggling coming from the forest. Aimee watched in delight as children came running across the bridge. They climbed onto her Father's back, giggling. They mussed His hair and little ones grabbed hold of his legs. They were all well-fed and happy.
It was then she understood that she did have a job to do. Caring for these people was her life's work, but carrying burdens was up to her Father. As she let the little ones play, unhindered, she felt a weight lift off her body. Her wrinkles disappeared and she now stood straight and strong.
From that day and forever after, the people of ToadSuck were warmly welcomed in the land of FearNot.
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Article Source: CHRISTIAN WRITERS
Fear Not
This is a fairy tale encouraging us all to lay our burdens at the feet of Jesus, our Father.
This is a fairy tale encouraging us all to lay our burdens at the feet of Jesus, our Father.
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Well, I tell you. I bought this book thinking that it will be just another book to give me some basic advice on overcoming fear. It did that and so much more. It explained how to handle fear from a biblical sense. Not only did Marcos give you the actual scriptures for you to reference yourself but his interpretations were relatable to everyone. I read it from start to finish. Great book! - By Greg Stapleton Columbus, Ohio Fear
How to Overcome Fear: and Live Your Life to the Fullest (Kindle Edition)
Well, I tell you. I bought this book thinking that it will be just another book to give me some basic advice on overcoming fear. It did that and so much more. It explained how to handle fear from a biblical sense. Not only did Marcos give you the actual scriptures for you to reference yourself but his interpretations were relatable to everyone. I read it from start to finish. Great book! - By Greg Stapleton Columbus, Ohio Fear