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The same old work day had just begun.
But today I could not get 'this' out my mind,how come?
I pushed it away,at the back out of my mind.
Yet it gushed right in. It was like," making me blind".

Once at home,
I was on the phone.
Airfares,banking,
somewhere to stay with relatives "I'm thanking."

Now to tell my hubby the news that I kept.
"Your going overseas, to see your Granny, he wept!

He,always wanted to go back to England....
to see all his 'relies',friends and the beautiful land.
Gran is not too well,
I knew he wanted to see her, I could just tell.

So he took the flight just before Christmas day.
The kids and I were sad to see him fly alone ,away.
Knowing he was happy made me happy deep inside.
I knew he treasured every moment, he videoed his Gran beside.

Once he was back home he talked about them all.
Then a month later we hear his Gran passed away in hospital.

[By the way, I forgot to say!
Once home his passport ran out the very next day.]

So looking back to that boring working day.
Someone helped me organise my hubbys holiday.
As usually I totally rely on my hubby to do everything.
I still can't believe how I did that organising.

I am a Christian and I totally believe.
God wanted my hubby to visit his Gran -so it would help him grieve.
As when he was young she cared for him so much.
Now living in Australia, they grew out of touch.

So thank you God for that wonderful experience.
I am totally in awe of your strength, love and guidence!
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God's Power Not Mine...

Contributed by inoc on Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 12:16:10 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

The same old work day had just begun.
But today I could not get 'this' out my mind,how come?
I pushed it away,at the back out of my mind.
Yet it gushed right in. It was like," making me blind".

Once at home,
I was on the phone.
Airfares,banking,
somewhere to stay with relatives "I'm thanking."

Now to tell my hubby the news that I kept.
"Your going overseas, to see your Granny, he wept!

He,always wanted to go back to England....
to see all his 'relies',friends and the beautiful land.
Gran is not too well,
I knew he wanted to see her, I could just tell.

So he took the flight just before Christmas day.
The kids and I were sad to see him fly alone ,away.
Knowing he was happy made me happy deep inside.
I knew he treasured every moment, he videoed his Gran beside.

Once he was back home he talked about them all.
Then a month later we hear his Gran passed away in hospital.

[By the way, I forgot to say!
Once home his passport ran out the very next day.]

So looking back to that boring working day.
Someone helped me organise my hubbys holiday.
As usually I totally rely on my hubby to do everything.
I still can't believe how I did that organising.

I am a Christian and I totally believe.
God wanted my hubby to visit his Gran -so it would help him grieve.
As when he was young she cared for him so much.
Now living in Australia, they grew out of touch.

So thank you God for that wonderful experience.
I am totally in awe of your strength, love and guidence!

Copyright © inoc ... [ 2005-08-27 12:16:10]
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Re: God's Power Not Mine... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 02:12:38 PM AEST
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*****I pushed it away,at the back out of my mind.
Yet it gushed right in. It was like," making me blind".

Yes, we are inconscient in many respects in order to tuck pain away. We live as if we are mindless when we do not want to deal with those affairs that tries to surface in our minds.

*****Once he was back home he talked about them all.
Then a month later we hear his Gran passed away in hospital.

And here again is the the part of the superego. It is trying to convey a message to our ego. We all have that underlying intelligence, that we push away, because of the fear of knowing much more than we desire.

*****God wanted my hubby to visit his Gran -so it would help him grieve.

This was a miracle that the Lord performed for your family.

*****So thank you God for that wonderful experience.
I am totally in awe of your strength, love and guidence!

I am pleased that you are a believer in His faith. Jesus has faith in us, why not have faith in Him.

Very beautiful write. Thank You and may God bless you and yours.

Raquel Leah : D

Re: God's Power Not Mine... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 02:13:50 PM AEST
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Beautiful Title .

Re: God's Power Not Mine... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 05:16:08 PM AEST
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Such a lovely peice of writting a devine work of art if you will.

Ben

Re: God's Power Not Mine... (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 08:20:01 PM AEST
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I believe,and think you are right...............Things always happen for reasons, we just do not know the reasons....! Go witht he gut on most things I do......with the heart, well not too often...its been torn and thrown back at me.........so I take baby steps........but once its gotten, No stopping.!
Good post

Brew~

Re: God's Power Not Mine... (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 29th August 2005 @ 03:52:14 AM AEST
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Very good writing.
without God I couldn't get up each day.
A great praise.
huggs,
emy

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