I present to you: dandelions. Some see a weed, others see a wish.
“When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.” (1 Corinthians 13:11)
“The practice of kindness is the daily, friendly, homely caring form of love. It is both humble-a schoolboy bringing his teacher a bouquet of dandelions-and exalted-a fireman giving his life to save someone else’s. Kindness is love with hands and hearts and minds. It is both whimsical-causing our faces to crack into a smile-and deeply touching-causing our eyes to shimmer with tears. And its miraculous nature is such that the more acts of kindness we offer, the more of them we have to give, for acts of kindness are always drawn from the endless well of love.”
“To have an inner life, to think, to juggle and leap, to become a tightrope walker in the world of ideas. To attack, to riposte, to refute, what a contest, what acclaim. To understand. The most generous word of all. Memory. To retain, a geyser of felicity. Intelligence. The agonizing poverty of my mind. Words and ideas flitting in and out like butterflies. My brain a dandelion seed blown in the wind.”
“A man who took great pride in his lawn found himself with a large crop of dandelions. He tried every method he knew to get rid of them. Still they plagued him. Finally he wrote the department of agriculture. He enumerated all the things he had tried and closed his letter with the question: “What shall I do now?” In due course the reply came: “We suggest you learn to love them.”
Anthony de Mello
“I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.”
Needless to say, and in ALL honesty, I have been burdened by the WEIGHT OF THE WORLD. I have been carrying atrocities and injustices that I have no idea how to even begin fathoming on my shoulders and blaming myself for being human or my apathy. That is why the messages below resonated with so much. My birthday was on the July 29th and this message was preached the next day on a Sunday. I really needed to hear this. I wanna let go. I have a lot on my mind and a lot to unravel in my soul. TBD.
I didn’t know that this moment would be carved in my memory until today, but it is. One time my brother and I were driving home after attempting to Christmas shop at an expensive mall (South Coast Plaza, CA). The drive home was traffic-filled and we got to talking about random stuff then somehow the conversation shifted as it always does after being trapped in a car long enough with someone close to you to Life and The Big Picture.
He told that he thought that Faith was truly the greatest virtue. Heck, he said it was the greatest word. It was the vehicle to everything and through everything. It was the vehicle to God.
I never understood then that this moment would stay with me so much but here it is echoing in my brain every second in this trying time in my life.
Some people seem to be gifted with this virtue. Or maybe I just don’t know the arduous journey they had to go through to acquire it. I find myself thinking that I have faith, only to find it how little I have it when I experience trials.
I am facing a great trial right now. I NEED to have faith. I need faith. I need you guys to tell me anything that would help me. I need to learn about your life experiences and how you have the faith that you have.