How many of us on seeing the Daily Post today,
Thought of ourselves in our young versions,
In our miniature selves,
What memories did it bring to the fore?
And what maturity have we gained?
Thankful for small and big blessings I am,
And thankful for the bigger blessings I am looking forward to,
What about you?
It seems weird but this group of friends never walked on the pavement nearest to the The Borstal. There was a foreboding air about the building, everyone in the neighbourhood knew something about it or had a story to tell of they saw or heard. Whether it was true or not, no one knew.
The gossip was, it a school for stubborn boys and girls whose parents had sent them there because the family couldn’t cope with them. It was common knowledge that parents like saying to their children, “Behave yourself or else you’ll end up in the Borstal. Sometimes the child replies “Yeah you can’t do anything to me.” Sure enough that’s a standoff if there ever was one. It didn’t last for long because sounds of running feet took the child to the neighbours house for refuge. Apologies and pleadings later the child was admitted to the parents house. No Borstal for him or her. Years ago corporal punishment was the thing and not many escaped it but I still wondered where the love was in their families.
I so hated the existence of that building; the threats, the crying, the screams being the process of bringing up a child. Children need to be brought up to be respectful, know the difference between right and wrong but not this way. Though I am paraphrasing ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child’ is in the Bible, Proverbs 13:25 but I am sure God didn’t mean cruelty to children.
Anger first appears,
People shout at each other,
Over and over,
Louder and louder,
Offence seems highly rated,
Guilt is the currency,
You offended me.
Good Morning to you on a bright new day of hope and all the better for writing for you my readers because it’s an honour. The title of this post was popular in 1970s England as part of greeting someone until political correctness came by. I appreciated it because it translated well from a greeting I had been used to and it helped me feel part of a larger family, happier and motivated to tackle the day and its surprises. Therefore I was less lonely and homesick. My roots and life, inspirations and aspirations, my professions I was studying and my hobbies become great subjects to talk about.
So wake up and a freshness of air we instinctively breathe in, stretching out with our hands in the air going upwards, outwards or forward in a manner of pushing something out of our way. Why? Because we want better, so all that is not we as it were we push away with our arms and hands. Naturally all we all want is a friend, family or someone to talk to, listen to, we want our lives to be better in its totality or in specific aspects of it. We want better for our marriage, children, family, friendships, neighbour, community, nation and the world. Prayers and blessings are part of the start to our day and Our Lord God in his agape love takes care of us, but we can’t just want and wish, we have to lead better lives, to witness and do the practical things which shows we have been counting our blessings. Oh, don;t ever think yours is zero. Using a sentence we now frequently hear, I am going to ask you to do a little survey question. With 1 being the lowest and 10 the highest, “How many times have you been blessed in your life?” Please think about this and I will be happy to read your comments if you wish to share.
Some people live with their family and don’t talk to each other. I have been a guilty party to this act and I soon learnt and practised not to let the sun go down on my anger. (Source: Ephesians 4:26). I appreciate that, you are there for us to share our thoughts, words and problems, to help each other for the better and to be better. Have a nice day.
Pure and simple,
Not to trouble,
Involved and immersed,
Moment by moment,
Envisioned by two,
Nurtured by each one,
Forbid their meeting
And like Romeo and Juliet
They will find a way.
Forbid them keeping male babies
And like Pharaoh’s daughter
There will always be finder.s keeper’s.
Better to have dialogue
Because like a river
The forbidden makes its way and erodes the rock,
Chaos happens, whether it’s from our own doing or from outside influences. Nowadays together with other strategies out comes my PUSH (Pray Until Something Happens) because where would I be without Jesus.
Over a period of time, chaos was like a rollercoaster of huge waves, that I never believed existed and that tried to settle in my life but I wasn’t going to stand for it. My strategies I use simultaneously are keeping calm, communicating, cuddles (for friends, family and others if appropriate) and taking steps to alleviate the situation. So stay blessed and chaos free.
Written in response to Daily Prompt