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dafremen
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posted April 12, 2004 09:37 PM           Edit/Delete Message
I'm not sure if it's considered bad form to turn to one's own writing for inspiration, but today I had occasion to do just that.

Someone reminded me of the series of posts under Oranges and Hyacinths titled "Perception is Not Reality", "Of Fate" and "Of Freewill." I turned to "Of Freewill" today, because my perception...no really my attitude, has been skewed of late.

The ego has been burying what used to be an everpresent, conscious connection between myself and my gratitude for life here on Earth, and I needed to regain correct perspective. I printed the story out and took it home where I read it.

After finishing it, I turned to stare at the ceiling...fixing my focus on the inner voice...clearing my mind. "Forgive me Lord", I felt to myself, "Have I strayed too far? I love you so, do you know how much I love you, Lord?"

At that moment, I turned my head to see a little throw pillow that the missus bought, turned toward me. Cross-stitched across the front were the words:

"When I count my blessings, I count you twice."

I felt counted right then. Felt counted and I felt like counting, because my blessings are many, and double as many again when I think of all of the people (many of the folks here come to mind) and the events that have shaped my life into the glorious paradise that it really, TRULY is.

Even when I'm taking it for granted, grumbling and mumbling to myself about how people are so inconsiderate, and this and that....it is such a marvelous life that I cannot imagine how I let myself get caught up in anything but gratitude. Gratitude! That's what I've got, and what I should have every moment of every day I'm alive.

My son walked into the room at that moment.

"Look dad", he said, holding a deck of cards about 2 inches off the ground and shuffling them,"I call it the 'air shuffle'."

"Really?", comes my reply, "Well I call this 'hugging my boy'." I smiled, giving him the biggest hug...he grinned right back.

"Yea? Well I call this 'hugging my dad'", and he hugged me right back, a big bear hug. (Big as a 9 year old can manage anyway, and big enough to squeeze a low chuckle outta me.)

"I call this tickling the bajeezus out of my son!!" I threw him to the bed and tickled the peas out of him as he laughed and screamed "uncle."

With the laughter echoing off the walls, I looked back up at the ceiling, aware that I was surrounded by paradise; in the air, and in the vibes that flowed through the room..around the world.

I knew at that moment that I was forgiven. More than forgiven, I was blessed by a God whose compassion knows no limits and whose gifts to us all cannot possibly be counted in one lifetime.

Looking back into my son's eyes, I could feel the love of my Creator beaming back at me through them.

He loves us people, each and every one of us..and he counts us twice.

Love,

daf

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purplezen
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posted April 12, 2004 11:27 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for purplezen     Edit/Delete Message
aw, that's sweet I think "When I count my blessings, I count you twice." is my new favorite quote of the week.

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