I always thought that saying sorry was an admission of failure and a weakness, something to be avoided at all costs and derided when others said it. This was definitely learnt and reinforced at home and school. So, as a child I became artful at avoiding saying sorry, mastering all sorts of defensive and deceitful strategies simply to not say sorry, admit defeat or have my pride dented in any way. Continue reading “The Power of ‘Sorry’”
Author: Truth About Serge Benhayon
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Nervousness and Anxiety – A Scared Little Boy
Nervousness and anxiety have been my all too often companions. For most of my life I have been a nervous, anxious person, though not on the surface, as I learnt to disguise it quite well… or so I thought.
I lived as a scared little boy for many years. Not all the time, just at certain times: always doing things to please other people, looking for recognition, not doing things because I was scared of being wrong or shown to be less. Continue reading “Nervousness and Anxiety – A Scared Little Boy”
The Devil in the Detail
Recently life has been asking me to look more closely at what I do and how I am.
It is calling out for me to pay more attention to the detail – for example; not just what I write, but how I am when I write, not just what I eat, but how I am when I eat, not just what I do in any given moment, but how I am when doing this. Continue reading “The Devil in the Detail”
My Fridge – The Love Gauge
If ever I needed proof that “everything is energy” and “everything is because of energy,” my fridge would have to be the one that I least expected to show me this!
Now everyone knows that fridges turn themselves off once they reach a certain temperature and on when they need to cool more, as you can hear the engine humming in the background when on, and then click off when it rests. Continue reading “My Fridge – The Love Gauge”
It’s All Just Child’s Play – Or Is It?
I had always been one for cleaning up children’s toys at the end of the day, leaving everything clear and ready for the next day.
There was always the question there – “Was I being perfectionistic?,” “Did I have a problem with a messy house or ‘struggle with clutter’?” and then I realised that it was the order that brought simplicity. Continue reading “It’s All Just Child’s Play – Or Is It?”
It Is My Choice
It is my choice to get out of bed. It is my choice what clothes I wear that morning. It is my choice to eat what I do for breakfast. It is my choice to carefully close the door behind me as I leave the house. Continue reading “It Is My Choice”