A few weeks ago I visited a friend who
had knee surgery at our local hospital.
As I was walking through the
reception area, ready to go to my car,
I glanced at the wall. I paused,
feeding my spirit with the images
I will share with you.
The titles of each art piece gave
me a different slant
on our human tendency
to categorize and put
people and conditions
into labeled, neat boxes.
Whatever disability one may have, it is more helpful to consider what is one's ability. |
Fam'ly roots, firmly connected in Indiana. |
Mental illness, a category filled with fear and misunderstanding. Apprehensive as I list Prozac as one of my medications on the employment questionnaire. News about one more person brought vividly to our attention that this someone had been taking Prozac when he ... Worried about who is allowed to read this. Will this cause me not to be hired? All these words played the worst scenarios in my angst-ridden mind. Yet, as I sat in the interview with Sister principal and the sister whose slot I would fill, a spirit of calmness came over me. I drove home is a serene state. Perhaps I had finally recalled my prayer to God. "Please, God, I need a job. I leave it up to you where I will teach." He placed me where I was meant to be, St. Mary School. |
poverty, all black and white? in Bible Study, we learn that the person rich with material wealth can be poverty-stricken, lacking in spiritual well-being. |
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Finally ~ got back online after a week without service ~ Lovely post and pics ~ Happy Week ^_^
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