tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391072111621034521.post3454781815880593484..comments2023-09-26T10:49:03.583+01:00Comments on looking deeper: Easter wordsLucy Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346977682747924108noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391072111621034521.post-88889467491648076222011-03-30T21:01:03.961+01:002011-03-30T21:01:03.961+01:00very interesting moo cha cha..hmmmm...very interesting moo cha cha..hmmmm...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391072111621034521.post-70083519938510407802009-03-29T11:20:00.000+01:002009-03-29T11:20:00.000+01:00Brilliantly written! I'm not a regular church goe...Brilliantly written! I'm not a regular church goer, but I do believe in the after life and do read the Bible to the girls, as the messages of how to live a good life are just so powerful. <BR/><BR/>You're words really touched me in a deep way and I shall try to convey the sentiment of Easter through them to the girls. I have read them passages from children's Bibles - but even then the language the the story is too hard for them to grasp at such a young age. They obviously have lots of questions about 'The Cross' and don't really know what it actually meant. I try more to focus on the fact that Jesus was a good man who through his death showed everyone the power of life and a connection to something that, truly is, too hard to put into words. It is more of a feeling and that is something I can only hope the girls will feel as the grow - I actually think many children are more aware of the connection than some adults - they just have no comprehension or words yet to describe it - and then, sadly, on the passage into adulthood many lose that feeling.<BR/><BR/>When Charli was a 3 month old baby, crying restlessly on a walk, a wonderful stranger approached me (I was at my wits end with sleep deprivation and the whole newness of motherhood) and with a comforting hand on my shoulder and a few kind words bathed me in a light of hope.<BR/><BR/>Likewise, when Sophie was 6 month's old, I was sat at a table by the beach, next to a Buddhist Monk. He turned around and looked with a beautiful smile directly at Sophie. She returned his gaze with such intensity. I was so aware of the energy transferring between them. He then turned to smile at me. Few words were exchanged. We knew that none were needed. There was such energy.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for 'trying' - you do more than that, you really have a gift for words and so much to share.<BR/><BR/>SarahSarahhttp://www.chezlee.co.nznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391072111621034521.post-84307027857415565742009-03-28T17:03:00.000+00:002009-03-28T17:03:00.000+00:00Very well written, and I also am in resounding agr...Very well written, and I also am in resounding agreement with the last line :0)Lorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18440537885057746046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391072111621034521.post-63381705514536849812009-03-28T15:48:00.000+00:002009-03-28T15:48:00.000+00:00YES! I believe that very last statement says it al...YES! I believe that very last statement says it all. "<I>Perhaps all that matters is that I try.</I>" The fact that you <I>yearn</I> to find fresh words to describe it--that you want it to hold a new, untouched power and potency in the execution of your words--says it all. Cliches become tiresome, but what we need to do is change our perspective--shedding all of the feelings of "I've-heard-that-before" and really considering the meaning of these fantastic words. <BR/><BR/>I definitely feel what you're saying, and I'm so glad to find somebody else searching for words. :) <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the awesome post!<BR/>In His arms,<BR/>--AbigailAbigail Krafthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857noreply@blogger.com