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Waak Oor Jou Hart


“Bewaak jou hart meer as enigiets wat bewaar word, 
want daaruit ontspring die lewe.”

‭‭Spreuke‬ ‭4‬:‭23‬ ‭AFR20‬‬                              


Sonsopkoms buite Wakkerstroom (Foto: George Angus)


Die Gesprek




Elemente Uit Die Gesprek




Kunstenaar: Santiago Vecino







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Depth depravation is a common state for most of us. We live in a fast paced often high demand society and It’s easy to miss the sacredness of the life we have been given. Most of us spend the majority of our days skirting around the outer circumference of the inner richness of the life we are living. It seems we usually live in shallow water We suffer from DEPTH DEPRIVATION.

The problem is we tend not to notice this. Why? Because when we slow down long enough to catch up with ourselves uncomfortable feelings have a chance to come out of hiding. We don’t want to think about our worries, our regrets, our grief, our longings. We tend to do what ever we can to shove them back down. But if we brave it…..if we look long enough into that pain, we realize we are NOT suffering from depth deprivation.We realize we are suffering from Depth Avoidance.

So the question here is: How can we learn to move out of shallow water and into the depth of our being? How do we learn to live with a daily and abiding awareness of the God given godly nature of every breath and heartbeat?

That is the question.

James Finley                 

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Wyse woorde van 'n ou Hasidiese gedig:


Take special care to guard your tongue 
before the morning prayer. 
Even greeting your fellow, we are told, 
can be harmful at that hour. 
A person who wakes up in the morning is 
like a new creation. 
Begin your day with unkind words, 
or even trivial matters — 
even though you may later turn to prayer, 
you have not been true to your Creation. 
All of your words each day 
are related to one another. 
All of them are rooted 
in the first words that you speak.


Musiek




Mag julle diep leef
                               In a world gone shallow
                               In a world gone lean


Al ons liefde.


George & Matilda




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