This is my journey inward, a trip to my dear. There I find my anchor, my relationship with God, family, relatives, friends. There I find a playfulness, a love for running. A Empathy with my fellow travelers, seeking depth and reason. This is my journey ... inward.
I saw recently, photograph of a pack of colored pencils with the caption: "Be sure to do some Colouring outside the lines today." I find immediate appeal in it, and my verkneukel in the playful challenge of the statement.
I do not like the boxes in which people, and especially children, farm are supposed to fit. Help the poor child who is not exactly in a given box fit. I put my picture on a teacher who is determined to try an arm or a leg that had crawled out, back in the box to get ... :)
You might find yourself still on a day when so required in the box positioned, farm probably in adolescence when it is vital to make to fit. But if you never venture outside that box, I am convinced that your life is very dull and boring will be. The courage to get out of the lines to color, farm to me means occasionally venturing to the ondenkenkbare doing and belly and legs out of the box spring, like a rollicking 'Jack in the box'. Just might symbolize the box a kind comfort zone ...? From the comfort zone seems the world is very strange and even scary, but the 'rewards' of a life outside the box to make the' farm eyes shut and jump philosophy and worth the effort.
I do not want mediocre life. I want to make a difference. Not necessarily on a large and impressive way, but I want to touch people with God's love. There is nothing more wonderful than to experience that God used me to be positive in a neighbor man's life and work. It's like a bruised soul cross my path, I befriended her and invited her endless farm times to a support farm group meeting. On a good day she arrived. She sits quietly in her little corner of my couch and hit the group laughing and joked watchful spouse, but I commence 'her. I realized, for women only, fresh through a divorce, after a small group to go, is a brave, brave step to take. And I know, I know, this is just the beginning for her. She peered cautiously out of her box, one day she grabbed the brightest crayons and color in exuberance - outside the lines!
I dream BIG. Admittedly, not all my dreams come true, but the proeseltjies I have taken, give me dreams wings. It takes courage to outside the box and outside the lines dream. I visualize what God gave me and my dreams and my grabbed the blue sky twirl around. Life is made to be lived!
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