…people are drawn to do right by being praised when they do it, rather than driven by being blamed when they do not.

Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 9 – Friday after 1st Sunday of Lent  To Read: Mum and Anna shared many likes and dislikes; perhaps the simplest and the most beautiful sharing was their attitude towards Mister God.  Most people I knew used God as an excuse for their failure.  ‘He should have done… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 9

But apart from the fault-finding which has a definite aim, how much is there that does not profess or intend or try to do anything more than give vent to an irritated state of feeling.

Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 8 – Thursday after 1st Sunday of Lent  To Read: So many times she would stop just in front of me and hold out her closed hands.  I learned rapidly what to expect on these occasions.  It meant that she had found something that had moved her.  We would… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 8

Nothing that is really evil can ever be suppressed, it must be supplanted by something better.

Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 7 – Wednesday after 1st Sunday of Lent To Read: …..no one fell under her spell more completely or willingly than me.  My work, which was in oils, was not more than five minutes’ walk away from home, so I was always home for dinner at about… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 7

Bear constantly in mind these two rules of thought before any speech or action – ‘Put yourself in another’s place’ and ‘Do as you would be done by.’

Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 6 – Tuesday after 1st Sunday of Lent  To Read: Our street, twenty houses big, was a regular United Nations;  the only colours in kids we didn’t have were green ones and blue ones, we had nearly every other colour.  Our street was a nice street.  Nobody had any… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 6

Does no remembrance of Christ’s infinite patience temper our impatience, when we have spoken seventy times seven, and our words have been disregarded?