The Five Balls

Imagine that life is a game in which you are juggling five balls.

These balls are called work, family, health, friends and integrity.

And you are keeping them all in the air – at the same time!

But one day, you finally come to understand that work is like rubber ball.

If you drop it, it will bounce back.

The other four balls – family, health, friends and integrity – are made of glass.

If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered.

Once you truly understand the lesson of the five balls, you will have the beginning of balance in your life…………….

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

My Teacher

Today I met my Teacher,
He said “Be still my dear,
Your thoughts are causing aching,
Your suffering brings me here.”

I stopped and faced my Teacher,
So I could hear the words he said,
How did he know my turmoil?
Thoughts running through my head.

I saw the pain across his face,
The sadness in his eyes,
It hurt to think my turmoil,
Was affecting one so wise.

I placed my hand upon my heart,
For there lay all my pain,
Was then he made me realise,
Suffering was my choice again.

Why did I do this to myself?
And choose to hurt inside,
Hadn’t I suffered long enough?
Why did I choose to hide?

I knew inside I had the strength,
To rise above all pain,
I knew the choice to suffer now,
Had been mine once again.

I knew the choice of happiness,
Lay there within my soul,
I’d only got to choose it,
And once again feel whole.

The Teacher smiled so broadly,
As he wiped away my tears,
For he knew I’d found the answers,
Hidden behind my fears.

He placed his hands upon my head,
And with Love began to heal,
All my scars from suffering,
The pain I’d chose to feel.

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With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

A Special Friend

A Special Friend is one who will put you first.
Love you for yourself.
Accept your faults
Lend a helping hand in time of need.
Help your dreams to keep going
Brings you joy to warm your heart
Makes you feel wanted and welcome.

A special friend has time to care
He/she has time to love
He/she loves enough to understand.

The gift of special friendship is rare.
It is priceless. It is a treasure, and I am happy that you are my friend!

Thank you for being my friend

With many joy-filled blessings

Geoffrey

N is for Noah

N is for Noah, who built a great boat
Before it had water in which to float.
The animals entered the ark in pairs
On a gopherwood plank for lack of stairs!

and

T is for Thomas, who doubted a lot
Until seeing he believed and doubted not.
Faith is not by sight, for eyes deceive;
Blessed are those who haven’t seen, yet believe!
Have a wonderfully joy-filled Friday

With Many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

There is a Green Hill

I remember this hymn from my school days. We always used to sing this hymn in Church at Easter. It  is a truly wonderful hymn.

Mrs Alexander was the daughter of a major and the wife of a bishop. She was a tireless visitor, going from cottage to cottage in all weathers, supporting her husband’s work in his diocese in Northern Ireland.

This hymn, dating from before her marriage, was written at the bedside of a child who was ill. The profits from Hymns for Little Children, where it first appeared in print, went to a school for deaf and dumb children in Londonderry. And Mendelssohn’s friend, William Horsley, who wrote the famous tune, was organist for eighteen years at a home for orphan girls in London.

The girl for whom the words were written recovered from her illness, and always regarded the hymn as especially hers, even when she grew up. Its greatness lies in the fact that so many other adults have done the same.

There is a green hill far away
Outside the city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

He died that we may be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.

We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains he had to bear,
But we believe it was for us
He sung and suffered there.

There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.

O dearly, dearly has he loved,
And we must love Him too,
Amd trus in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

Dear God

I know you’re watching over me
And I’m feeling truly blessed
For no matter what I pray for
You always know what’s best!

I have this circle of E-mail friends,
Who mean a lot to me;
Somedays I “send” and”send,”
At other times, I let them be.

I am so blessed to have these friends,
With whom I’ve grown so close;
So this little poem I dictate to them,
Because to me they are the “Most”!

When I see each name download,
And view the message they’ve sent;
I know they’ve thought of me that day,
And “well wishes” were the intent.

So to you, my friends,
I would like to say,
Thank you for being a part;
Of all my daily contacts,
This comes right from my heart

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

Let All The World In Every Corner Sing

As a young man, George Herbert did not give much thought to God. But when he was thirty-six, he left the political rat race of the court of Kig James 1 to become the rector of a country parish near Salisbury.

One of Herbert’s great joys was music. Twice a week he would walk into Salisbury to play and sing with his friends at the Cathedral.

One day he stopped on the way to help a man whose horse had collapsed in the mud under its load. The group of friends in Salisbury were surprised when Herbert, usually so smart and clean, arrived ‘so soiled and discomposed’. One said that he had disparaged himself by so dirty employment.

Herbert replied that the thought of what he had done would be music to him at midnight – and that the omission of it would have made discord in his conscience. ‘I am bound to practise what I pray for…..and I praise God for this occasion. Come, let’s tune our instruments.!’

And, that very same night, Herbert wrote this well known, and much loved, hymn:-

Let all the world in every corner sinh,
My God and King!
The heavens are not too high,
His praise may thither fly;
The earth is not too low,
His praises there may grow.
Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!

Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!
The church with psalms must shout,
No door can keep them out;
But above all, the heart
Must bear the longest part,
Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!.

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey