A great post by Donovan Shaw.
It was a horrible place to be. I was almost constantly anxious, self loathing, jealousy, confusion and a terrible sickness had overcome my heart. I had hurt myself and others. I had forgotten my true self. This is the worst of torments.
Then… I remembered the true me I once knew. I am made in the express image of a perfect God. My creator has never seen me as bad, but I had projected my own self loathing towards myself and acted accordingly.
Now I live in the moment, still occasionally making mistakes but consciously pursuing love, shunning unhelpful magical thinking, meeting every situation and need as it arises with wisdom and understanding. Putting off the religious mindset of separation, knowing that from the perspective of our loving Heavenly Father, the judgment is finished. We are all His offspring. In all things we live, we move and we have our…
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If you wanted to find me as a child, all you had to do was look in the nearest corner and I’d be more than likely sat in it with my nose buried in a book.
I had loads of favourites, from Enid to Blyton, to Roald Dahl, to Judy Blume.
Which is why, when on having kids of my own, I suddenly had an excuse to re-buy all my favourites from my childhood. Not for me, you understand.
For the KIDS.
The Tiger Who Came to Tea, and The Very Hungry Caterpillar were added to the already bulging bookcase, among others.
It’s easy to introduce the classics when the children are small, and to incorporate them into the bedtime routine so that they become firm favourites of theirs as well.
What about when they become older though, and decide to choose their own books? It’s not so easy then.
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$310 – harveynichols.com
$135 – zalando.co.uk
$40 – nelly.com