Jun 7, 2024

Value building new relationships more then buying “stuff.”


Spoke only few weeks ago about internal issues, the stuff around, Value platforms. How we process and perform in society. what we feel is important. Things we spend money on, time we spend. How,  plus Who we spend time among. Where plus who we gather among. They all make us the people we are becoming.

That long journey we begin anew every day, we end with rest ,before we start to perform again anew the next morning. (Well its often morning for myself).
  • Been informed the most important resource you hold is your personal economic value.
  • Additionally the second most important value you have in your LIFE is Time. Diary, events, places meetings, schedules.
So the question has to become who am l myself communicating among? 
What community to l feel belong to?
Who because of my economic status?  (Know mine really non existent)...so keep writing never the less. Who because of my economic status is accepting of me as me?
Hard stuff.
Leads me to ask something externally,thinking thought yesterday about previous time,when with 'Love of mine',we shared a meal in Pub restaurant, we could not afford a meal each.
Do l miss the hungry years.?
NO
Not at all but valued the learning, please don't ask me to be excerpt here. at present.
Christians are the loneliest people in the world. This is especially true for those who are in ministry.
Now that brings me to Time, connections, relationships, encounters, gatherings. You see this gets my juices flowing. This is where l do feel at home. Company experiences, and the sharing conversations with others.
You know upon some reflection here where l have always felt rich, always wanted more, always enjoyed.
What value are you putting on being with people in your present daily rituals. Off now someone to meet.  

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That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
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How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
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Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
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