(that goes for grown-ups too)
The joyous springtime birdsong and the gentle sunrays making their way through the fresh green treetops were lost on Miros Kovac, as he walked slowly yet decidedly down the lane that led to the cemetery. He was too absorbed in thought for that. Every year he made this trip at the beginning of May, yet he had never gotten used to the emotions that went with it. This year was no exception. In fact, it felt even stronger now. However, this time Miros sensed there was a purpose to it.
Kindle your inner power
From the very beginning, I followed the Way of Love with them, Yeshua and Magdalena. Together with her, I stood by him as he hung on the cross. And afterwards, I sailed with her to the shores of the Languedoc to spread his teachings from the Book of Love. I am here to guide those in need of healing, so they may rediscover their inner power and reawaken.
From: The Story of the Black Madonna
Tears of joy flowed over Sarah’s face when her newborn baby boy, wrapped in a warm blanket, was placed in her arms. She took a deep breath and inhaled his scent. The scent of new life and purity. For a few moments, she was able to forget her life of destitution and loneliness. All that mattered to her now was her son. A strong and healthy boy to whom no gift could compare. Filled with gratitude, she closed her eyes and let her weary body rest.
The afternoon sun shone brightly as young Maddie trudged down the road home from school with a glum look on her face. She still felt downhearted because of what had taken place in the schoolyard at morning break. Some boys from her class had made fun of a girl from another class. This girl’s father had been laid off quite a while back and her parents could hardly make ends meet with only her mother’s wages. The boys were making fun of her second-hand clothing and calling her parents losers.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Deborah awoke to the sound of magpies singing in the big red gum behind the house.
“Hmm,” she sighed contentedly, “good morning you guys.”
Unlike many people, she had loved magpies as long as she could remember. She could understand people’s dislike to them in the spring, when they would swoop on passers-by and even peck them. Even so, she believed magpies had a soft spot for her, because she had never been swooped on once. Her mother used to say it was because of her dark hair, as magpies mostly swooped on fair-haired people, but she believed there was something else.
“It’s okay to be a bit cheeky, Wim”, my girlfriend said to me before she became my girlfriend. And, I can tell you, I badly needed her encouraging words. For, it was with trembling knees and a pounding heart that I knocked on her door in the beginning. Fortunately for me, because by listening to my heart instead of to my fears, she is now my girlfriend.