To A Child. . . Love Is Spelled T.I.M.E.

By Lance Wubbels

In the faint light of the attic, an old man, tall and stooped, bent his great frame and made his way to a stack of boxes that sat near one of the little half-windows.


Brushing aside a wisp of cobwebs, he tilted the top box toward the light and began to carefully lift out one old photograph album after another. Eyes once bright but now dim searched longingly for the source that had
drawn him here.

It began with the fond recollection of the love of his life, long gone, and somewhere in these albums was a photo of her he hoped to rediscover.

Silent as a mouse, he patiently opened the long-buried treasures and soon was lost in a sea of memories. Although his world had not stopped spinning when his wife left it, the past was more alive in his heart than his present aloneness.

Setting aside one of the dusty albums, he pulled from the box what appeared to be a journal from his grown son's childhood. He could not recall ever having seen it before, or that his son had ever kept a journal. Why did Elizabeth always save the children's old junk? he wondered, shaking his white head.

Opening the yellowed pages, he glanced over a short entry, and his lips curved in an unconscious smile. Even his eyes brightened as he read the words that spoke clear and sweet to his soul.

It was the voice of the little boy who had grown up far too fast in this very house, and whose voice had grown fainter and fainter over the years. In the utter silence of the attic, the words of a guileless six-year-old worked their magic and carried the old man back to a time almost totally forgotten.

Entry after entry stirred a sentimental hunger in his heart like the longing a gardener feels in the winter for the fragrance of spring flowers. But it was accompanied by the painful memory that his son's simple recollections of those days were far different from his own. But how different?

Reminded that he had kept a daily journal of his business activities over the years, he closed his son's journal and turned to leave, having forgotten the cherished photo that originally triggered his search.

Hunched over to keep from bumping his head on the rafters, the old man stepped to the wooden stairway and made his descent, then headed down a carpeted stairway that led to the den.

Opening a glass cabinet door, he reached in and pulled out an old business journal. Turning, he sat down at his desk and placed the two journals beside each other.

His was leather bound and engraved neatly with his name in gold, while his son's was tattered and the name "Jimmy" had been nearly scuffed from its surface. He ran a long skinny finger over the letters, as though he could restore what had been worn away with time and use.

As he opened his journal, the old man's eyes fell upon an inscription that stood out because it was so brief in comparison to other days. In his own neat handwriting were these words: Wasted the whole day fishing with Jimmy. Didn't catch a thing.

With a deep sigh and a shaking hand, he took Jimmy's journal and found the boy's entry for the same day, June 4. Large scrawling letters pressed deeply in the paper read: Went fishing with my dad. Best day of my life!

This article was excerpted from the book To A Child Love Is Spelled T-I-M-E by Lance Wubbels and Mac Anderson it is reprinted here with permission. You may share this story as long as you do not edit the content, leave this link and resource box intact. Click here to purchase the Book from my friends at Simple Truths

No matter one's age...time shared together is love. Always allow time for what's most important in your life...your friends, your family and yourself. You never know how the moments you share together will impact each other and the world!

17 signs you like someone

17 signs you like someone


this is how u know u like/love someone



SEVENTEEN:

You look at their profile constantly.



SIXTEEN:

When you're on the phone with them late at night and they hang up, you still miss them even when it was just two minutes ago.



FIFTEEN:

You read their Texts and Ims Over and over again.



FOURTEEN:

You walk really slow when you're with them.



THIRTEEN:

You feel shy whenever they're around.



ELEVEN:

When you think about them, your heart beats faster but slower at the same time.



TEN:

You smile when you hear their voice.



NINE:

When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, you just see him/her.



EIGHT:

You start listening to slow songs while thinking about them.



SEVEN:

They're all you think about.



SIX:

You get high just from their scent.



FIVE:

You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them.



FOUR:

You would do anything for them, just to see them.



THREE:

While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.



TWO:

You were so busy thinking about that person, you didnt notice number twelve was missing



ONE:

You just scrolled up to check & are now silently laughing at yourself.



NOW MAKE A WISH. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.......

Raw Politics of Love

Compromise doesn’t belong in ‘love’! Why compromise love? Does love require one to tolerate? Is not ‘to tolerate’ a form of grudgingly accepting something? Why compromise and settle for less than wanted? You compromise or tolerate situations or people when the love is ‘thin’ or, perhaps better said, ‘superficial’. How many join in a partnership of marriage as a form of ‘compromise’? Love is a merger of two souls of unrelenting love.


Love needs no compromise.



When ‘love’ fades, as it usually does inspite of declarations otherwise to please the situation or, others, the ‘juice’ that seemed to be there once becomes diluted with a return to the old habits prior to the connection so that two people are not loving the same person that they began with. When love is strong, often in the beginning, it’s real.

Later when people fail to stay in ‘conscious love’, the old patterns begin to seep in. Those patterns lack empathy, compassion, integrity, mutual admiration and, absence of the ‘fear of closeness’.



If you were me and, I were you, would there be any questions of compromise and tolerance or, would everything just be ‘insync’? There is no question of differing views melting into harmony where all would ‘just be’. It’s always ‘hello friend’, I am you and you are me in the darkest or lightest of moments. All separations disappear except when one needs to just ‘be’ for the good of the ‘we’. Decisions are made from the aware heart for the benefit of the one.



Love is a many sided affair but, when merged as one, it’s a never ending ‘love affair’. Between the eyes of love there is a certain melody to always play wherever things go.

Down on the ‘playground of the earth’ in winter, spring, or, summer there is no politics in love to make it ‘fall’. There is one soul, in you and wherever or, whomever it meets, it’s still the same one following you to meet. Look ahead, laugh and smile, love is always at your side ready to jump inside.

Arhata

You're Passion

Those things you love and those things you can't stand both points to a powerful part of you. They point to your passion. Passion gives real power to whatever you do. Passion pushes you in a fulfilling direction that holds true meaning for your life. With passion for the goal, you'll find a way to make it there.

When passion is driving your actions, you can successfully work through any obstacle. Your authentic passion is nothing to be ashamed of. For it connects with the very core of the beautiful and unique person you are. Let your passion come to life. The more fully you express it, the more quickly you will move toward the fulfillment of your deepest desires. In your passion is you’re very own special reason why. Hold it close and keep it burning brightly, for in your passion is the drive to reach your dreams.

Music

Music always draws us together. Through life’s tragedies it is always there. As long as you care, it is always there.
It always exists no matter what predicament you find yourself in. It always can help you find a way. It can also help your life no matter what.
We can always feel the music in your soul. It can see you through it all, no matter what.
Music is the harmonic connection between all of us. It is the beauty of all life in the harmonic connection of all existence.
Music is nature’s way of communicating through all of life. It is what you feel when you wake up. It is responsible for all that we do. We all love music. However some of us love it more then we love food.
Memories are good. Living a full life is better. All of life is worth every amount of happiness. Memories drive us to greatness as well as life worth living.
Music causes life to go forward. It is a fantastic way to live your life. If music is your passion then all life will open to your passions and will be ecstatic with results.
Music is very mysterious. It brings us all together in a magical way. We all have to feel our musical value within life.
It has a magical way of bringing us all together. We can always escape in our music and it will lead us out of all situations as well as to such greatness.

All of life is magical and it always has qualities that astound us. Throughout all life it will lead us all to a better more harmonious existence. It leads us all to so much greatness through all of life’s great obstacles, which will make us who we are meant to be.
It unites all people through a magical harmonious quality. In essence it is all of life. Through the entire trauma we go through there is such an eccentric quality of our life which is known as destiny which music makes harmoniously clear. It also brings about a feeling of such good will that it can only bring about that is naturally of such greatness,

Passion

Is passion good? Or is passion bad? No wonder we are all in a state of confusion. We all need to recognize that, not ignore it.

Only then can we solve our dilemmas. This is not new. It is very common, however not always followed.
Would you like the future to have a future? Of course we all do. So why fight battles that do not need to be thought. We should all just fight the fights that need to be fought. The ones that can no be solved any other way. We all should abide by this so forth encouraging the existence of life.

Is Love Enough?

What is love? Historical, affection, cause and effect, what else makes time up? All that makes up love right? But say the different views of life can change your life. I am saying if no one knows what makes us love each other, is it more or less important? It doesn’t matter does it, love knows no bounds, right?


There are different aspects to life and love and that does not make it any less valuable. Even if you don’t always communicate all the time, you should always express your thoughts correct, don’t let other things distract you as much as they look valuable at the time, because whatever you are doing at the time, that is what you believe is more important, and maybe you will get part of your way, if you are clear in what you want at the time.