“Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.”
“Memories are special moments that tell our story.”
“Memories are special moments that tell our story.”
Strange as it may seem my grandsons' slow me down. Monday is my Sabbath. Often that's the day they visit. I'm usually so tired from Sunday I can willingly vegetate, (very unusual for me). Their giggles and ideas about what we can do during the day, are things I can willingly say, "yes" to. Together we work, eat, rest and just sit. It's in the just sitting that we snuggle and watch a show. Yesterday it was Jungle Book.
It's amazing how this time around watching "The Jungle Book", I found an entirely different story line. Here is how it went: One day, during the dry season, the jungle animals gather to drink the water that remains as part of a truce during a drought that enables the jungle's wildlife to drink without fear of their predators. The truce is disrupted when a fire-scarred and vicious tiger named Shere Khan arrives, detecting Mowgli's scent in the crowd. Consumed by a vendetta against humans for scarring him with fire, he threatens to kill Mowgli at the end of the drought. After the drought ends, the wolves debate whether or not they should keep Mowgli. Mowgli decides to leave the jungle for the safety of his pack. Bagheera volunteers to guide him to the nearby "man-village". At this time I realized the Holy Spirit is a lot like Bagheera. He wanted what was best for Mowgli and tried to guide him and encourage others to do the same. He stayed with Mowgli until the end. I realized that even though Mowgli was abandoned, he was family with the wolves. Interestingly to me it was among wolves Mowgli felt safe and would have stayed with. I was realizing when abandoned and having lost his identity Mowgli had to keep his "tricks" (the things a human does because they think and have a brain) a secret. This is where I sat up and thought... often times in my life I tried not to be too good at a sport because my brothers weren't as good. A parent would have said, "It's okay they are younger--be your best--they will learn, they will catch-up, it's okay, be your best." Somehow, I thought as a pre-teen it would be better to be invisible. That was when I decided it was better to blend in than to stand out. When we don't learn from our parents that being athletic, smart, imaginative, etc. is okay, we can't decide to make a better choice, a new decision on what's the right thing to do?
Yes, time out with my lil men is healing. We bring out the best in one another. I am grateful for the day.
I know it's a jungle out there but I am not afraid of Shere Khan nor am I Shere Khan. I intend to be more like Mowgli and get everyone in the Jungle to work together to put out fires and save lives! (Watch The Jungle Book) To see the video below watch in your Browser or click here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Nhi32Y3jQc&feature=emb_logo
It's amazing how this time around watching "The Jungle Book", I found an entirely different story line. Here is how it went: One day, during the dry season, the jungle animals gather to drink the water that remains as part of a truce during a drought that enables the jungle's wildlife to drink without fear of their predators. The truce is disrupted when a fire-scarred and vicious tiger named Shere Khan arrives, detecting Mowgli's scent in the crowd. Consumed by a vendetta against humans for scarring him with fire, he threatens to kill Mowgli at the end of the drought. After the drought ends, the wolves debate whether or not they should keep Mowgli. Mowgli decides to leave the jungle for the safety of his pack. Bagheera volunteers to guide him to the nearby "man-village". At this time I realized the Holy Spirit is a lot like Bagheera. He wanted what was best for Mowgli and tried to guide him and encourage others to do the same. He stayed with Mowgli until the end. I realized that even though Mowgli was abandoned, he was family with the wolves. Interestingly to me it was among wolves Mowgli felt safe and would have stayed with. I was realizing when abandoned and having lost his identity Mowgli had to keep his "tricks" (the things a human does because they think and have a brain) a secret. This is where I sat up and thought... often times in my life I tried not to be too good at a sport because my brothers weren't as good. A parent would have said, "It's okay they are younger--be your best--they will learn, they will catch-up, it's okay, be your best." Somehow, I thought as a pre-teen it would be better to be invisible. That was when I decided it was better to blend in than to stand out. When we don't learn from our parents that being athletic, smart, imaginative, etc. is okay, we can't decide to make a better choice, a new decision on what's the right thing to do?
Yes, time out with my lil men is healing. We bring out the best in one another. I am grateful for the day.
I know it's a jungle out there but I am not afraid of Shere Khan nor am I Shere Khan. I intend to be more like Mowgli and get everyone in the Jungle to work together to put out fires and save lives! (Watch The Jungle Book) To see the video below watch in your Browser or click here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Nhi32Y3jQc&feature=emb_logo
ACTION STEP: Take time out to find the child inside of yourself. When was the last time you watched a children's movie? Set your "To do" list aside for at least a few hours a week. Daily divert. Weekly with-drawl. Annually abandon. The body needs a rest so the brain can remember and learn. Allow yourself the gift to see though the eyes of a child again, the Jungle doesn't have to be scary and we can find our true identity among wolves.
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