We are all here, just the way we are, each with a special purpose that only being who we are with our personal life experiences can achieve. Sharing our lives openly, bravely helps us all learn and grow making this world a better place for those around us and still to come. Thank you Laurie, your sharing brings light and love to us all.
Lord grant me a steady hand, a watchful eye,
that none may suffer harm as I pass by.
You give life, I pray no act of mine
will take away nor mar in any way this gift you give.
Show me how to use this gift to benefit all others and
not to miss through lack of wit or love of speed the beauty that surrounds .
Protect those who drive with me.
Be with me Lord as I travel along so I may go in Your peace and harmony.
I say this prayer every time I get in my car before I drive off. Yesterday it alerted my guardian angel that once again she was on traffic duty and that I was driving. Today I am extremely grateful.
My husband and I had gone to the Gold Coast to do some special gift shopping as there are no big department stores near where we live. On the way home we were on the freeway doing 11o kilometres per hour (the speed limit) when a small blue car flew past us. It was dodging in and out, at one point cutting across all three lanes and it had to be doing 130kph. I had no sooner said to my husband “They’re crazy, an accident waiting to happen!” than they clipped a car and spun out of control. Seven cars were damaged through their thoughtless driving. We would have been involved had we not got out the lift on the wrong level of the car park at the shopping centre and had to walk up a level. Coincidence you may think but there have been two other coincidences in the last three weeks, Guardian Angel working overtime I say! I also add a thank you prayer because while I have no fear of death the thought of being disabled and a burden on my husband is one I don’t like at all, even though he assures me that I would never be a burden and I really do no that no matter what nothing can shake our love for each other. Just another blessing to be thankful for. So many blessings! I am reminded once again of the old hymn that goes:- Count your blessings, name them one by one……….. count your many blessings and it will surprise you what the Lord has done.
The greatest blessing of all was that no one was killed. Hopefully the young girl driving is counting her blessings and learnt a lesson about the danger of reckless driving.
I have just come back from visiting my elderly aunt, who has lived by herself since her husbands death many years ago. She is fiercely independent, doesn’t want to go into a retirement home and doesn’t want to be a burden on anyone. These days she is struggling with the day to day tasks of getting about. It takes me two days to drive down to see her, but she won’t come and live with us or move closer. She says she doesn’t want to live in the country but I suspect she doesn’t want to be a burden on my husband and I and try as I do to convince her she would be a gift not a burden she won’t budge. (There is a lesson for all of us here on the importance of not being too independent, for we could all benefit others by accepting our interdependence.) I respect her greatly so for the time being this means that I can’t see her as often as I would like but we phone her every night and the love we share is beautiful. I share this beautiful ladies love with a man I barely know his name is Alex, a hard working Maori man, who lives in the same block of units. He came to Australia from New Zealand many years ago, his mum, like mine has passed on and he has adopted my aunt. He drops in the daily paper on his way home from work, fixes the television just about nightly and cooks extra dinner so he can give her some if she needs it. Alex is now family to me, I love him dearly. I really don’t know how I would sleep without knowing he is down there if she needs help. When we can’t contact her on the phone we ring his mobile and he goes and checks she is alright. He is very much the loving son and as she is like a mum to me he has become my brother. My aunt has two daughters, one lives about two hours further north of me the other lives less than an hour away from my aunt, neither visit or regularly ring, they are missing out on so much and I feel sorry that they are but I am so glad that a man from another country has the awareness that it is by giving unconditional love that we are loved and become true family to each other. We are all related but we choose how we relate and I sometimes feel that in Australia we have lost our culture of connectedness. Many are too busy with worldly business stuff and acquiring things that are impermanent and sadly miss out on life’s greatest joy, loving and being loved. Maori culture seems to know more about love and the true meaning of family. My husband today saw a young girl curled up and shivering in a bitterly cold bus shelter. He didn’t simply say poor thing and walk on by. He stopped and was able to help her by buying her a warm coat, a meat pie and making sure she had the bus fare to get her to her sisters. It cost him $50 but as he said to me if it was one of my kids I would want someone to help them. It is the old bible rule “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!” I love my husband and I admire the fact that from a hard life he has learnt compassion. Each day we are given so many opportunities to enrich our lives with true joy, the joy of giving. It may just be a smile , a friendly word, a recognition of the person serving you at the supermarket check out as a real person doing a tiring repetitive job or someone who just looks like they could do with a little help but it is the small things that can connect us a and make us fee valued in a big busy world. Stop being busy for just a moment, break down the barrier and connect! You have nothing to lose, even if the person doesn’t smile back they will notice and perhaps smile at another and you will have lost nothing but you will gain joy, joy in knowing you care and are doing all you can to make this world a more caring, loving place. Joy grows it isn’t fleeting like happiness, happiness is an extreme as is unhappiness there is a lot to be said for contentment and the quiet inner joy that comes from connectedness. It is this that enriches us and allows us to keep on giving. Enjoy the journey and the love fellow travellers share today.
This is such a beautiful poem, so true.