I saw this posted on Facebook today and felt the need to share:
“This is your life. Do what you love, and do it often. If you don’t like something, change it. If you don’t like your job, quit. If you don’t have enough time, stop watching TV. If you are looking for the love of your life, stop; they will be waiting for you when you start doing things you love. Stop over analyzing, life is simple. All emotions are beautiful. When you eat, appreciate every last bite. Open your mind, arms, and heart to new things and people, we are united in our differences. Ask the next person you see what their passion is, and share your inspiring dream with them. Travel often; getting lost will help you find yourself. Some opportunities only come once; seize them. Life is about the people you meet and the things you create with them, so go out and start creating. Live your dream, and wear your passion. Life is short.”
Are you living your dream? Are you living your passion? Are you doing what you have been called to do?
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Sunday Thoughts about Time
I thought of staying home from church today. I'm glad I decided to go.
I thought of staying home from church today. Then I thought, "Since I don't feel like going to church, I'll go as an act of sacrifice to Him." Not my will, but His. I go to church to worship and fellowship. It is not just a ritual; not just going through the motions, but a living offering. A time to meet God and see what He might speak to me as I praise and worship Him; as I focus only on Him.
I sat lost in the maze of my mind. I learned a few things I didn't know. I heard Him whisper my name and call me to come closer to Him. I asked His forgiveness for neglecting my time with Him. I resolved to spend more time in His word, more time with Him.
I make time for the things I want to do; as do we all. I want to know Him. I want to praise Him. I want to hold tight to His hand. So, I must take the time to do these things. I must take time away from reading, time from the computer, time from television, perhaps even time from work. These things are a meager sacrifice for all He has done for me.
To know Him is to also know His people by spending time with them. Time spent enjoying them. Time listening to them and praying with them. Time spent in serving each other and the world.
Time.
I thought of staying home from church today. Then I thought, "Since I don't feel like going to church, I'll go as an act of sacrifice to Him." Not my will, but His. I go to church to worship and fellowship. It is not just a ritual; not just going through the motions, but a living offering. A time to meet God and see what He might speak to me as I praise and worship Him; as I focus only on Him.
I sat lost in the maze of my mind. I learned a few things I didn't know. I heard Him whisper my name and call me to come closer to Him. I asked His forgiveness for neglecting my time with Him. I resolved to spend more time in His word, more time with Him.
I make time for the things I want to do; as do we all. I want to know Him. I want to praise Him. I want to hold tight to His hand. So, I must take the time to do these things. I must take time away from reading, time from the computer, time from television, perhaps even time from work. These things are a meager sacrifice for all He has done for me.
To know Him is to also know His people by spending time with them. Time spent enjoying them. Time listening to them and praying with them. Time spent in serving each other and the world.
Time.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Snowfall
Snow falls again this morning. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
The beauty is amazing: White clouds mound up along tree limbs and surround the base of the trunks, the extreme quiet of the day, joyous children, creativity expressed in snowmen and other snow sculptures.
These bring wonder to me and praise to my Awesome God, my Creator and Sustainer.
Snow also brings inconvenience to our way of life: We are disturbed by snow routes, donning layers of clothes, more chores, extra care when walking and driving, and being housebound because of icy roads.
The animals in our woods are hunkered down. No sign of the rabbits, squirrels or deer who share our small plot of God's earth. The birds, too, are mostly absent. Only a few venture out in search of food.
I give thanks often during the day. I am thankful for my warm home and coffee and hot chocolate. I am thankful, also, for my family that gathers here and for the ones too far away to join us.
Even in the dull, gray, diminished light I find hope. Spring is only weeks away -- Not months!
When the snow melts and the mud dries (and from this much snow, there will be LOTS of mud) flowers will bloom, grass will grow, animals and birds will have their young.
Winter is survival time, but it is also the resting time. Nature is storing the energy Spring will need to be reborn, to produce the new life, to burst forth in all its glory.
Like so many, I count the days until sun and warmth and color. But for today, I will make the effort to enjoy the Winter.
The beauty is amazing: White clouds mound up along tree limbs and surround the base of the trunks, the extreme quiet of the day, joyous children, creativity expressed in snowmen and other snow sculptures.
These bring wonder to me and praise to my Awesome God, my Creator and Sustainer.
Snow also brings inconvenience to our way of life: We are disturbed by snow routes, donning layers of clothes, more chores, extra care when walking and driving, and being housebound because of icy roads.
The animals in our woods are hunkered down. No sign of the rabbits, squirrels or deer who share our small plot of God's earth. The birds, too, are mostly absent. Only a few venture out in search of food.
I give thanks often during the day. I am thankful for my warm home and coffee and hot chocolate. I am thankful, also, for my family that gathers here and for the ones too far away to join us.
Even in the dull, gray, diminished light I find hope. Spring is only weeks away -- Not months!
When the snow melts and the mud dries (and from this much snow, there will be LOTS of mud) flowers will bloom, grass will grow, animals and birds will have their young.
Winter is survival time, but it is also the resting time. Nature is storing the energy Spring will need to be reborn, to produce the new life, to burst forth in all its glory.
Like so many, I count the days until sun and warmth and color. But for today, I will make the effort to enjoy the Winter.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
January Journal
Winter tries my spirit.
"Cold, dreary, gray days fill my soul with sadness. I long for Summer with sun and warmth. How will I survive? I'm not sure that I can!" I wrote this in my journal a few days ago.
Another day I said, "I'm just crazy. Stuck in a rut of sameness. Dreams are dying. Joy is fading. Is this my life?"
Since then it snowed again. Frigid temperatures kept me housebound and cabin fever raged within me.
How long until the bright skies of summer return? How many hours must I struggle until the days lengthen and joy returns?
My gratitude list fails me. I am bereft. I drag myself through the day.
But wait! The sun pushes through the clouds! A bird flits across the yard. Squirrels dash up the oak trees. My grandson laughs. Life is bearable again.
Each day I am amazed by God's Grace to me. When feel I can no longer stand, when the darkness of the abyss pulls at me, when hope grows faint then He pours His grace on me and I rise up thankful again for a cup so full.
"Cold, dreary, gray days fill my soul with sadness. I long for Summer with sun and warmth. How will I survive? I'm not sure that I can!" I wrote this in my journal a few days ago.
Another day I said, "I'm just crazy. Stuck in a rut of sameness. Dreams are dying. Joy is fading. Is this my life?"
Since then it snowed again. Frigid temperatures kept me housebound and cabin fever raged within me.
How long until the bright skies of summer return? How many hours must I struggle until the days lengthen and joy returns?
My gratitude list fails me. I am bereft. I drag myself through the day.
But wait! The sun pushes through the clouds! A bird flits across the yard. Squirrels dash up the oak trees. My grandson laughs. Life is bearable again.
Each day I am amazed by God's Grace to me. When feel I can no longer stand, when the darkness of the abyss pulls at me, when hope grows faint then He pours His grace on me and I rise up thankful again for a cup so full.
Monday, January 24, 2011
It's His Birthday Today
I look through the window of the past days and see him as a baby: happy and laughing. I see him as a toddler: blond hair, brown eyes and laughing. I see him as a boy: learning manners, playing T-Ball, growing and laughing. I see him as a teen: deep in school books, playing sports, on the phone with friends and laughing.
Today, I see him as a man. I see him with family. I see him working to improve his health. I see him with his nephew. I see him striving to be a good husband and father. I see him laughing.
I feel proud of the man he has become. He is full of love, kindness and compassion. He is all I ever hoped he would become and so much more.
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