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“Sharing The Love”

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“A Bell is not a bell ’til you ring it-

A song’s not a song ’til you sing it-

Love in your heart wasn’t put there to stay-

Love isn’t love ’til you give it away!”

-Oscar Hammerstein

I think I’ll buy a bell to ring,

And set the table with my finest things.

Dig out my few diamonds and wear my bling.

For this is the day

the Lord has given me.

I want to rejoice and be glad.

I’ll be serving some love

I have plenty to go around,

And the more I pour out

there is a boundless amount.

It seems there’s no end

to what can be found.

When you give it away

It grows by the mounds.

So won’t you join me

For a cup or two,

And share it with

A few friend’s too.

Love, Who Could Ask For Anything More?

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I was going to wait to post this on another day, but it’s not really up to me but in the plan of Gods guidance. My reading today started with these three words, ”I Am Love, ” and since this posting is about love, it seemed this was all the prompting I needed to share it with you.


I shared at various times about how when my children were little, I prayed for patience, and this woman told me that when you pray for patience, God gives you lots of opportunities to practice it. I’ve learned to apply this same analogy to all the things I pray for and right now I’m learning that all those years I simply prayed to be loved my cup is overflowing with it now. I don’t want any of it to spill away. 

The lesson with love is that you can’t hold onto it. Like a flowing river, it needs an open path to drift smoothly along the journey of our life so it can touch those we cross paths with along the way. The practice is in the many different ways I can give it away. Sometimes it’s as simple as smiling at a passing stranger or sharing the words of love that are placed upon my own heart. Love, who could ask for a thing more?

“The Hope of Our Nation”.

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As I sit watching the funeral of our 41st President Bush I am awestruck by all those who represent us as Americans and how we can come together as a nation in the most poignant moments in our country.

We as Americans crave this kind of hope right now. That the possibility for a country we can once again be proud of lives on in such an honest example as President Bush represented.

I heard a women say only yesterday that we as a nation need more hope.

As one great leader leaves us the last thing I feel he leaves us with is “hope.”

”My Prayer”

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This morning as I tuned into the Today show Al Roker made the most torturous looking face when reminded that today is the beginning of the 2020 presidential election. I turned it off feeling the same unpleasant feelings that Al’s face portrayed.

Sitting in the quiet with my cup of coffee felt as blinding as the sunlight did after all this ran.

It felt like a much needed rude awakening, and I went into prayer:

”Hi God! It’s me! Do you remember me? Cause I was kind of hoping you could remind me who I am and what I’m here for.”

”Hi Connie! It’s God! Can you hear me cause I’ve been trying to get your attention but you’ve been kind of preoccupied lately.

-I’ve been trying to tell you to untether yourself from fear.

-To speak your truth, than let it go.

-That there is always hope as long as you’re living.

-To respect the uniqueness of each individual because as different as I created you each to be there is purpose in what each soul has to offer.

-Be mindful of what you think, say, do and eat.

-Remember the gifts I give you are the same I give everyone else freedom, choice and above all else love.

-Who you are is an expression of that from which you were created.

-Your soul’s purpose is to experience life right where you are and to be a living expression of that truth from which you come.

-Finally stop making things harder than they actually are, let go and let yourself…be.”

Fight Fire with Fire and “VOTE”

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“From a little spark may burst a mighty flame.” -David Alighieri

Our thoughts come as quick as the strike of a match, and without paying much attention the thought it ignites…can warm our house or burn it down.

When we strike the match of fear, mindfulness gives us the opportunity to blow it out before that fear turns into a might flame of anxiety and stress.

That little spark of fear has been ignited under our country and it’s burst into a might flame. It’s burning away our hope and we’re feeding the flame with our own logs of fear.

Some of us keep throwing our buckets of hope on the fire trying to put the flame of fear out. It’s as exhausting as the firefighter who works hard to put a forest fires out. When it gets that out of control you have to fight fire with fire to keep it form going any further, meeting somewhere in the middle.

Right now voting is the only way we have to fight this flame of fear burning. If you don’t want to vote because you think it doesn’t matter than you’re ignoring the very fire that will eventually affect you. If you don’t know who to vote for simple go inside yourself deep down into your soul and ask for guidance. Which vote will contribute to the fire of fear and which one will help us to find a place closer to the middle where it can begin to burn out.

 

 

“Finding My Way”

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Today is the 15th Anniversary of my Dads passing. I miss his smile, his wisdom, and most of all his hugs.

Parents are like God in a way. They hold, care, tend, and love us even though they have their own agendas in life. At some point they have to put us down so we can walk on our own. Dad’s death was a time for me that felt as if I was wondering in the desert all alone. I wondered how I would know how to do all that was yet to come without him to talk it over with. What I learned was that just like God’s word had been planted in my heart, mind and soul. So had the wisdom of my Dad’s words. Two fathers working together to teach me how to stand on my own and live the best life I could.

Those that we love in this world will leave us one day. Cherish the time you have now with them. Learn from the wisdom they have to share. And as my Dad would often say to me, “take what you can from my words that resonate with you now, and leave the rest behind for another time.”

Our Sliver on Hope for Today

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It’s funny how Facebook or the Blogs we read can be like your day. You can choose to see the good-life giving things, that add substance to your life. Or the ignorant, hateful, angry things that destroy and choke the life out of us.

We can’t see in the darkness without a sliver of light. That sliver is our hope, and it grows brighter the closer we walk toward it.

Today I choose to see something better in all I do say, hear and see.

I hope and pray at the end of the day we can all say, I saw that silver of hope in something. Maybe even share with each other what you saw.

Peace and wonderful blessings today!❤️

What Will You Paint Today?

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Each day we’re handed a band new empty canvas to paint the kind of day we choose to live. You don’t have to be an artist to paint. We are as creative as the creation we come from, and that creativeness is an expression of who we are. No one else can paint from the depth of our personal heart and soul. We carry with us a lifetime of feelings and emotions both good and bad. What determines what we paint today is contained in the color of choices we choose to pick from.

We can cover our canvas with the deep blood red of our pain and leave it like that to look upon all day long. Or we can choose to take some white and paint around the edges until we’ve formed the heart of Love within our pain. Maybe even if we look close enough we begin to see the perfect spot cracking open where we add a little yellow to let the Light of Hope shine through.

Maybe conflict has us so mixed up that we keep dipping our paintbrush in different colors creating nothing but the strokes of a dark twisted dull brown baron tree that seems to be chocking the life out of us. Or maybe we could find a way to breathe again by washing away the clumped up brown conflict from our paint brush and setting it aside. Now it’s time to turn our conflict into possibility’s by taking one paint brush at a time dipping one in green for the leaves that bring forth life. Then the color of flowers that will soon bare the color of fruits our efforts have produced and the seeds of possibilities it leaves behind.

Today is the first day of the rest of our life. Another chance given to choose the colors of peace or blackness of anger and hate.

What colors will you choose to paint with today?

 

”Let Go and Grow”

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”And the day came when risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” Anais Nin

We are like a rose bush full of many buds each one having a new lesson to teach us. Sometimes the lesson within one bud is more comfortable to open up to than the bigger harder lessons that come along. Letting go requires the trust for something better. Resisting only causes pain, suffering and discontent. Sometimes that pain becomes so overwhelming that the only thing left to do is let go and use it to grow into something better. It’s all about choice. Do I want to be a bud that never grows or a Rose in full bloom?

”A Tiny Spark is All it Takes”

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Today, I wonder why I feel so down. What is troubling me? Why do I feel as if I’m walking through a maze of undirected thoughts? As if I don’t know how to think anymore or what to trust. How can so many people be right, and so many wrong? I can’t seem to make sense of anything anymore. Then something I wrote a few years ago pops up to remind me how powerful our thoughts are.

“One thought of discord whether it be between people, things or ideas can be like a tiny spark in the woods creating a forest fire. One thought, that’s all it takes!

On the other hand, one thought of joy can have the same effect only it doesn’t destroy. It nurtures like rain quenching our thirst for something better. One thought that’s all it takes!”

Where do our thoughts come from?

The things we lay our eyes on. I can choose to see the beautiful roses in bloom or the weeds that grow around it.

I can turn the news on because I think I must always be informed. Or turn some music on knowing how much it feeds my soul. How good and alive it makes me feel.

I can talk about someone I don’t understand or talk about someone who lifts me up.

It’s all about the thoughts we choose to entertain and how we feed into them. Like the cowboy with his rope, we have to round our thoughts up. Grab hold of the ones that are out of control and take them out to pasture. Keep the ones that honor who we are, the ones that are life-giving and leave the rest behind.

Thanks for letting me share my thoughts with you. It’s funny how talking or writing it out helps us to see things much clearer.