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Lord, bless our weekend
Read more: Lord, bless our weekendLord, bless our weekend. Remind us that “Thank You” is the most beautiful love song and most powerful prayer in the world. #gratitude #appreciation #LoveLanguage #blessings (Again:Full credit and the utmost respect is hereby given to the woman in the picture. I am still trying to find out who is she)
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Lord, bless our weekend
Read more: Lord, bless our weekendLord, bless our weekend. Remind us that politicians and diapers should be changed often. Both for the same reason. #blessings #change #alutacontinua (Notice: I still don’t know who the lovely lady in the picture is. All respect and due copyright is hereby declared as hers)
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Lord, bless our weekend
Read more: Lord, bless our weekendLord, bless our weekend. Help us to deal with the people in our lives who create their own storms and then complain when it rains on them. #blessings #dramakingsandqueens #serenityprayer #alutacontinua
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Lord, bless our weekend
Read more: Lord, bless our weekendDear God, please bless our weekend. Remind us that the secret to a happy life is not to die before we die. #blessings #weekend #happiness #life (Pic: While I don’t know the woman in the pic, it is a real pic of a real woman who lived in JHB and has since passed on. I…
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Sweeping Things Under the Carpet (A story about leading by example)
Read more: Sweeping Things Under the Carpet (A story about leading by example)My 2 year old took a tub of black eye shadow and sprinkled it all over our cream bedroom carpets. He didn’t spill. He sprinkled. Liberally. I was very upset. And the look on his face told me that he understood how I felt about his “magic dust”. After I calmed…
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Something Fishy (A story about value judgement)
Read more: Something Fishy (A story about value judgement)Our seafood platter arrived and it was spectacular! I grabbed a fat king prawn, downed it and chewed hard on the shell, spitting the crushed muck into my cupped right hand. Next, I broke off a piece of sweet lobster and sucked hard, making sounds my mother would not have been proud of. Then, just…
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The Call to Rip off the Band-Aid
Read more: The Call to Rip off the Band-AidHardly 24 hours after my mother died, someone walked up to me with the soul (yes soul) purpose of telling me that they were “angry” with me. They felt further entitled to pour out the details, as though I had any capacity whosoever to indulge such a “sharing” at that particular moment in my…
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My True Love (A Tragedy)
Read more: My True Love (A Tragedy)Still acting like Madonna, and just like the lovers who err every now and then and risk getting caught, I had a serious case of the guilty conscience. It hit me hard.
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Thoughts on GRIEF
Read more: Thoughts on GRIEFWe all grieve differently. Some people lose their hearts, others lose their minds and in the process, the moment to be centered in mourning drifts away. It goes so fast. That small window between passing away and closing the door on funeral day. It is gone in a moment. And, then in the darkness of…
