Greetings, Fellow Bloggers!
No matter where we are, what we are doing, or how we are feeling about things, life goes on relentlessly.
During this season of Lent, preparing for Easter and contemplating what God has done for me in His grace and mercy, I have been following a new web page, Relentless Act:s of Sacrifice, which stimulates thought, conversation and hopefully action, to make our world a better place thru individual sacrifice.
I am consciously making the effort to greet people I meet on the street, look them in the eye and acknowledge them as real people, with real lives, real problems, real joys. Three days ago, I celebrated with a lady rejoicing at the birth of a new baby. Yesterday, I commiserated with a man who is suffering the effects of a broken neck. Today, I am listening to stories of depression and sorrow, without being judgmental.
It seems to me people everywhere want to be seen, heard and acknowledged--affirmed. I know that is what I want and look for. When I tell my husband about a concern or problem, I am not necessarily asking him to make things better--I just want to be heard and to feel that he cares about my misery.
What does Lent mean to you?
Are you doing anything special to mark this season?
Here are some updates on recent activities aboard Steadfast.
Kristen is "on Island" at Compass Cay from Germany. She is a professional hair stylist and I really needed her services. What a different kind of hair salon, right?
I really missed the big mirrors. Kristen kept cutting until there was hardly any hair left because I didn't see what was going on. I would have told her to stop way before she did. At least I won't need another hair cut 'til I get back home to Canada in a couple of months!!!!
Julissa, Kristen's daughter, made friends with Nelson while he waited for me to get beautified.
Nelson has discovered that portholes give him a new view of the galley. Captain is a sucker for beggars and regularly passes treats thru the window.
Bev, from Retired Sailor, marks sunset at Compass Cay, by blowing his conch horn. A few years ago, I was adept at playing the first few bars of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" on a horn like this. As with most things, if one doesn't keep in practice.... Just another life skill down the drain. :)
Until next time, play safe and do your part to make the world a better place.