Gedagtes oor ons begeertes

Wie en wat ons is word baie beïnvloed deur ons begeertes so ook word ons begeertes gevorm deur wie en wat ons is…

Ek is so gefrustreerd ,om dat ek nie antwoorde het as dit kom by begeertes nie, ek kan net gil en skreeu. Nou maak St. Francis of Assisi se woord vir my sin, "who are YOU Lord and who am I"!

Ek wil weet of my begeertes werklik is wat ek in die lewe wil hê, of is hierdie begeertes slegs die produk van kondisionering en invloede van die mense en die wêreld om my – ‘n lewe gebaseer op valse verwagtinge…

Hierdie begeertes en verwagtinge lyk net leër en leër, niks waarna ek werklik wil strewe nie…

When the house lights dimmed and the concert
was about to begin, the mother returned to
her seat and discovered that the child was missing
Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights
focused on the impressive Steinway on stage.
To her horror, the mother saw her little boy
sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out
‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.’
At that moment, the great piano master made
his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and
whispered in the boy’s ear,
‘Don’t quit . . . keep playing.’
Then, leaning over , Paderewski reached
down with his left hand and began filling
in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached
around to the other side of the child,
and he added a running obbligato.
Together, the old master and the young novice
transformed what could have been a frightening
situation into a wonderfully creative experience.
The audience was so mesmerized that they couldn’t
recall what else the great master played.
Only the classic,
‘ Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.’
Perhaps that’s the way it is with God.
What we can accomplish on
our own is hardly noteworthy.
We try our best, but the results aren’t always
graceful flowing music. However, with the
hand of the Master, our life’s
work can truly be beautiful.
The next time you set out to accomplish great feats,
listen carefully. You may hear the voice of the
Master, whispering in your ear,
‘Don’t quit . . . Keep playing.’
May you feel His arms around you and
know that His hands are there, helping you
turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces.
Remember, God doesn’t seem to
call the equipped, rather, He equips the ‘called.’
Life is more accurately measured by the lives you
touch than by the things you acquire.

Miskien het ons sommige dae net genoeg krag nodig om aan te hou speel…
Seisoene bly verander en elke nou en dan begin ‘n nuwe seisoen… sommige hou van winter, ander van lente, somer of herfs, maar steeds bly die seisoene verander… somer, herfs, winter, lente…

Wat dan van ons drome en begeertes?

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