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| Antonio's Thoughts - Bookcover by Robert Hill www.balence.net |
What are we here for? What’s the point? My search for meaning continues. Life is hard. People toil to survive.
The earth turns, the suns rises and sets, endless repetitions.
People repeat the mistakes of the past.
Great deeds are forgotten in the mists of time.
As the rivers tirelessly attempt to fill the oceans,
People strive for unobtainable satisfaction. Ecclesiastes 1
The French call it ennui. I think they have a better vocabulary of emotion than we do. What about the long periods of time when nothing much happens? I sometimes try to imagine surviving a freezing winter in the days of 'wattle and dorb'. Coping, surviving. Getting by. Sometimes life is hard. It is a struggle to be positive. But we recall that we are loved. There is a great and wonderful Creator. We are safe in the love this provides. From solitary confinement, Richard Wurmbrand, the Russian Baptist minister imprisoned in Siberia in Soviet times, worked out that it was Christmas day. He pulled himself up from the freezing floor of his cell and danced around the room praising God.
PRAYER: Everyday, not matter how I feel, I praise you for your goodness and greatness.
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