Commentaries by Cynthia

Have you ever sat down somewhere quiet and asked your mind to take you somewhere that's beautiful and warm where the sun gleams off your face as it reflects off the deep blue ocean? I have. In fact, I do this quite often, just to "get away". Sometimes I feel like my life couldn't go any more wrong, until I'm soon reminded that someone has had "A change of heart".
Moments when I know I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, but because of not seeing a reaction from the world, I just stop. Why continue? Isn’t it just pointless? Frustrations begin to overwhelm me, taking over my emotions, only to leave me withered and empty, yet full of doubt...doubt of myself, my ways, my purpose, my entire reason for being here. Where am I? How do I leave from here?

I glanced at the screen, unsure if I were seeing it correctly. There was a post made to my blog, but I didn’t make it. In the 4-5 years that I have been blogging, this has never happened before.

A long time ago, I allowed people to post comments to my blog entries. But this only excited the low-life spammers out there, so I disabled the feature. So in order to respond to Camille’s post, I have to do it this way.

Camille, you wrote a lovely testimonial. You do have a way with words. I wish you much love and peace as you move forward with your life. You will always be special to me, for you will always be the mother of my precious grand daughters. Please know that you may post here anytime you like.

Do you have a sharp tongue? Do you know of someone who does? If so, you may find this story helpful.

This came across my desk, and that still, small voice (or intuition) told me to pass it along....

Nails in the Fence

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.