NEW WOMAN
By Noris Capin
Easter
Long ago, I wrote a poem titled: Living Among the Flowers. This poem is a hymn to life, to the mercy of the Holy God, who knows what He does when time leaves existence untouched. Providence, the star or destiny the Lord has in store for us, is an abundant source of joy where each woman breathes God's infallible and appropriate timing.
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Each of us must coexist among flowers and thorns, and it turns out that the flowers, which we delicately and carefully cultivate amidst crossroads and tears, joy and enthusiasm, are there to let us know that, often, it depends on ourselves whether we can laugh or cry while holding a flower in our hands.
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It's like everything in life that loses its charm among the trees, and that same pain lodges itself in our souls, from so many conflicts that leave us breathless. Life stops us in that slow, almost imperceptible stride, where the hellish coincidences of the world parade by day after day. And perhaps without realizing it, perhaps immersed in our own pain or personal forgetfulness, we distance ourselves from the immense purity that exists in the soul.
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Because in that cloud, in which we sometimes live, something always arises that alerts us, something that reminds us that there is a light at the end of the path that we must follow—not gropingly—but with firm steps, on the ground.
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But today I want to talk about the talent that each of us possesses—a gift from God that has been bestowed upon us, like a gift from above—to tune the chords of life, to build within us “something” that is always discovered in childhood.
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It is the inspiration of any talent or capacity for internal lucidity or a personal space where God blesses us through art.
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Each of us has the grace to be able to express ourselves in whatever way we feel comfortable. And there are many of you who know that this ability for personal expression exists, one that doesn't come to light because we don't allow it to, and that should be expressed to revive forgotten or rusty talents over time.
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Remember, friends, that life surprises us with painful situations and unfortunate moments where we have felt frustrated and distracted. Remember, remember that now is the moment of personal initiation, of seeing how we can flourish, from the smallest seed, where God once planted us to prosper in spirit and virtue, in solidarity with ourselves.
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It doesn't take much effort to bring out all the talents that are our own thirst for justice, to rekindle the desire to "create," which is contrary to the aridity we experience daily. Because life is filled with insecurities, with people who possess the power to overwhelm us into decay; there are situations where we resist conflicts by being in constant prayer. Life is saturated with accusations and gossip that undermine a person's worth; it is burdened with resentment and invaded by iniquities stemming from evil.
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And my question is: Are we not capable enough to realize that we live our lives through God and not through others? Do you think the attacks perpetrated against us can be greater than the power of God and His Word?
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-I leave that thought for you to reflect on-.
Let us embrace the talent God has given us, let us reach beyond life through our abilities, aptitudes, and gifts, which have the power to free us from slavery, from that gall that corrodes our heart, soul, and spirit every day.
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Let us be women skilled in God's gifts, for I am sure each of us has them hidden within our being. This Easter, let us try to cultivate that flower that longs to grow so that we can live among the flowers and exist happily within our own bodies.
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May we never forget the gifts that vibrate within us and are essential for living in harmony with God. Let us allow our talents to come to light! Let us allow them to become established in our minds like a matchless jewel, like a canvas painted by the hand of God.
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The Word of the Lord says in Proverbs 31:10: "A good wife is hard to find; she is worth more than rubies!" Amen, Amen to the Word of God!
Noris Capin
"She makes her own quilts,
and dresses in the finest fabrics."
Proverbs 31:22