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The photo album worn and old is sitting on the pile. She flips the cover open just to reminisce awhile. On the first page there she is, a baby in her lap, her son when he was one year old; she smiles as she thinks back. That was taken in the park where she took him to play. Funny how it sometimes seems like only yesterday. But other times it seems those days are distant memories. And all we have reminding us are pictures such as these.
She sees a picture of him with his second birthday cake, duanwenw.com and smiles as she remembers of the face that he would make. When trying to blow out the candles he would have a fit. He tried so hard to blow them out but they would all stay lit. So Mom came to the rescue with a waving of her hand. The same time that he blew on it she waved a little fan. She smiles as she thinks back at all the things when he first tried, when she would lend a helping hand and then just step aside.
She sees a picture of him standing holding his first bike, and smiles when thinking how he said, “It’s harder than a trike.’’ But she would run behind him holding on while he would ride, until he got his balance and then she would step aside.
Life is like a winding path surrounded by flowers, butterflies, and delicious fruit, but many of us spend much time looking for happiness around the next corner. We do not bend to enjoy the happiness which is our for the taking just at out feet.
In our desire to reach the “pot of gold”, complete and lasting happiness. We all want to fill our lives. duanwenw.com We ignore anything which doesn’t seem worthy of such a large ambition, or which can’t give us the whole thing all at once.
Happiness is all around us, but it often comes in small grains. When we gather it grain by grain, we soon have a basketful.
What small pieces of happiness surround me right now?
When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. duanwenw.com Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. duanwenw.com Love possesses not nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.