it is sunday morning, and so often happens, i tend to forget who i am, where am goin', how to get there. bwahahaha! not that am suffering from any gaps, just that it seems i have beset upon the self, some schedule that seems impossible to keep. bwahahaha!
i sometimes, only see my starbucks planner, the calendar, the list, the tasks. . . it is definitely an obstacle course ahead, with a new week starting. but i love a new week, a new beginning.
i get lost in the maze of everyday sked, sometimes i grope my way back in track. sometimes, well, i leap my way back!
and then comes the whisper. . .
lift up your eyes! you are a pilgrim to the celestial city.
i remember a story i heard some time ago, about a man who found a five-dollar bill on the street and who from thence, never lifted his eyes from walkin'. in the course of his time, he found 29516 buttons, 54172 pins, 12 cents, a bent back and a miserly disposition.
but what he really lost, is a lot more: he did not see the radiance of the sunlight, the sheen of the stars, the smile on the faces of his friends, the blossoms of the trees alongside the paths, for his eyes were on the gutter.
sometimes, i catch myself being the same! i know i have important duties on earth, but i must never allow them to make me so busy to a point that i forget who i am and where i am goin'.
it is sunday morning, and yes, i look at my planner and on it are some pressing duties this week, aside from my trip to the city. but why live with a bent back? naaaah! i walk out into the week with eyes not down but lifted up. eyes up, eyes up!
thank you for giving me numerous reasons to lift my eyes up! ilysm! i know you know it! ♥ ♥ ♥
Photos of Dolorosa and the Carroza, circa 1930s
2 years ago
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