Thursday, 28 March 2013
Charles Spurgeon's wife was sickly, and it distressed her when she could not be with her husband. One gloomy day, as night drew on, she lay alone in her bedroom asking God why she must be sick in bed when she longed to be helping him. Then something happened...
Suddenly, she heard a soft, sweet sound, like the trill of a robin by the window. 'Surely,' she said, 'no bird can be singing at the window at this time of the year and night.'
Presently she found the sound came from an oak log that was burning on the hearth. Then she said: 'The fire is bringing out the imprisoned music from the inmost heart of the old oak.'"
And just like P.H Spurgeon, when the fiery trials surround us, we will sing out the most beautiful praise. The song of our lives will pour out of our hearts to reach our heavenly father, the only one who can truly save us in our time of need. There in the fire will he purify us like the most precious gold and carefully mould us into his likeness. We can trust him, because his love is deeper than our souls' knowledge.
Monday, 25 March 2013
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Tuesday, 19 March 2013
I have started a petition,
please will you support me and sign it to take action against the objectification of women.
The Cedar Wood State clothing designer, Primark: Stop the explicit/ pornographic images of women on men's tee shirts.
Saturday, 16 March 2013
Friday, 15 March 2013
Every single person that dwells in this media saturated world must be educated in media literacy.
In order to open your eyes, to listen to the world around you, because when you know something- you can change something!
Because it is the inaction and the silence of the good people that is wrong, that is unhealthy, that is unjust.
You can make a difference to your world and the people in it, if you take time out of the hours in your day and listen to this message.
To support women and girls, to make their voices a priority.
Monday, 11 March 2013
He accompanied her up the hill, explaining to her the details of his forthcoming tenure of the other farm. They spoke very little of their mutual feeling; pretty phrases and warm expressions being probably unnecessary between such tried friends.
Theirs was that substantial affection which arises (if any arises at all) when the two who are thrown together begin first by knowing the rougher sides of each other's character, and not the best till further on, the romance growing up in the interstices of a mass of hard prosaic reality. This good-fellowship -- camaraderie -- usually occurring through similarity of pursuits, is unfortunately seldom superadded to love between the sexes, because men and women associate, not in their labours, but in their pleasures merely.
Where, however, happy circumstance permits its development, the compounded feeling proves itself to be the only love which is strong as death -- that love which many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, beside which the passion usually called by the name is evanescent as steam.
- Thomas Hardy (Far From The Madding Crowd)
Sunday, 10 March 2013
Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
And can I ever cease to be,
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward they care,
When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
- Ann Taylor
"Happy Mother's Day"
Marmy I love you!
Thursday, 7 March 2013
Last night I watched a film that was delicately hand-crafted into beauty. It had me sobbing like a baby.
This wonderful film by Richard Curtis is, 'Mary and Martha'. A story about two women from two very different worlds, who are brought together by a great loss.
Released two weeks before Red Nose Day in an attempt to raise awareness to the thousands of preventable deaths every year in Africa caused by malaria.
Malaria is a disease that can be cured in our lifetime!
This film not only exposes the truths of what is going on out there, it also makes a stand against the selfishness and ignorance of the western world.
These two mothers do something.
They change the world.
You can to.
Donate today to Red Nose Day and please watch the film!