I’ve recently been reflecting on persistently, constantly and patiently doing good. We’ve seen so much of people doing good over recent months. Whether it’s the many people who have volunteered for Community Hubs picking up shopping or prescriptions, or businesses stepping in to provide children’s lunches over half term, or Joe Wicks (and others) offering their skills free of charge during lockdown to keep the nation fit and well in body, soul and spirit. But, it’s hard to always keep doing good. Whilst we maybe able to be good in one area of our lives, there are often other areas where we are less than good, maybe a lack of patience within our own families, frustration with the authorities, struggling to persistently choose to eat healthily and exercise, or just being plain sick and tired of the daily grind. Persisting in doing good requires a striving and a seeking from within to do so. It takes effort and choice. Constantly doing good requires us ...
When we’re pushed to our limits or have to deal with things outside our control, we can often find the state of our heart, our hidden self, is revealed. Our nature, our life experiences, our current state of well-being, can all affect how we react to a situation and what’s squeezed out, often reflects the state or desires of our heart. Sometimes we find ourselves showing resilience, skills, creativity, empathy and practical support we would never have thought possible bringing life and love to us and others. Sometimes it is our uglier side that gets revealed, our tiredness, fear, frustration and selfishness overspill beyond our control and we bring despair and destruction. As we contemplate returning to the “new normal”, perhaps we wonder if we really want to return there. But if not there, then where? If not that way, then which way? A wise person once wrote: “Within your heart you make plans for the future, but the Lord chooses the steps you t...
As I’ve been spending more time in my garden recently, I’ve been treated to an increasing variety of birdsong. The pretty tweeting of the smaller birds; bluetits, robins, sparrows and finches. The louder more noticeable wake up call of the blackbird or its slightly more annoying warning call when a cat is close by. The cawing of the crows, the screeching of the seagulls and even the occasional lone honk of a goose. Each bird has its own voice, its own message, it’s own song to sing. A new visitor to our garden is the Greater Spotted Woodpecker, which the Woodland Trust states is “not afraid to make itself heard”. It is relatively quiet when it’s eating from our bird feeder but certainly when I walk through the woods, it’s distinctive sound of hammering as it’s beak hits wood is unmistakable. We, too, each have a unique voice. Some of us find it easy to express ourselves, others find it harder. It took me many years to find my voice and I oft...
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