“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!”
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.
Today my reading was about bugs. Yes, you heard me right. Bugs trigger a funny bone kind of reaction in me that has to do with fear. That is if I find one on me or in my house. It got me thinking of a conversation I was having with a friend the other day about fear. It makes me wonder where that fear came from because as a child who spent a lot of time outside, I thought bugs were fascinating.
How silly it is when you think about it that we should fear such tiny little creatures. It’s almost like an exaggeration of how one human emotion can get out of control without any thought or understand as to how it ever became a truth we to let ourselves believe.
What is fear, but an instinctive reaction to an unpleasant feeling triggered by the perception of danger, real or imagined.
That one tiny bug, after all, could bite me and who knows what will become of me then? All that thought process takes away from the wonderful things that bugs have to teach us. Like what facing our own fears can really do for us. I mean think about it, where do these tiny creatures get the courage to walk on our giant bodies in the first place? I don’t know about you, but I sure wish I had that kind of fearless approach to even the simplest of things in my life.
What’s a bug got to do with it? It teaches us what FDR meant when he said, ”there is nothing to fear, but fear itself.”
“I am not young enough to know everything.”
We only know and understand to the extent of what we’ve learned in our lifetime. So, to look at another and expect them to understand something from our perspective is an unfair approach to take. Each and everyone one of us is doing the best we can with what we know and believe. Maybe a better approach to take then our expectations of others is simple to live our truth in the hope of being the best example we can be.
”Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust
Today I want to say thank you to all the people in my life who have helped me to become the person I am today; for you have tended my garden well and helped to prune and weed out the things that no longer serve my better good. Where would we be without the people in our lives who help us grow and become the beautiful blossom we are called to be?
No matter what I’m going through in life there’s one simple prayer I know I can turn to that gives me a sense of guidance, clarity, and strength to follow through with.
It’s the Serenity prayer:
”God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
I awake early, no matter how late I get to sleep. Lying in bed looking out my lace veiled window, the darkness of night is bowing to the light of day, and the morning birds sing their joyful songs of praise. It’s a brand-new day. A bright light shines through the tree, and I say good morning, God, and it becomes more brilliant like a star. I smile to myself being reminded that God is in everything, all we have to do is open our eyes to see. Wanting to capture the moment in a picture to share with you, it turns out to look like the Holy Spirit.
Can you see it?
I could find a logical reason for what I’m seeing. We can usually explain away the things that seem like miracles to us. That’s the beauty of life and the lesson for today. I can choose to see this or that. The good or the bad, the positive or negative, the love or hate, the past or the present, the emptiness or fullness of life.
Can you see it?
“Is it true?…Is it necessary?…Is it kind?”
Does anyone use their head anymore? You know that thing that sits inside our skull, behind our eyes, between our ears. It’s like a seed in a shell that is nurtured by our thoughts, and what we feed it becomes the world we create around us.
When I was growing up, we were constantly being reminded to think about what we say before we speak. It gives us a moment of pause before we say something stupid or worse than that something we’ll regret.
Everyone has an opinion about this or that today, and there’s nothing wrong with sharing your thoughts if you know the facts behind them. Where does your truth come from and what is it founded on?
While my truth may not be your truth, I sure do want it to represent and reflect my values. Truth should not hold us bound to any one way of thinking. It’s supposed to set us free according to Jesus.
The only hard thing about guarding the gateway of our lips is taking the time to stop the words before we let them slip out. Rumi gives us a sifter to run our thoughts through by simply asking ourselves:
Is it true?
Is it necessary?
Is it kind?
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.”
I often wonder if I’m the only one who gets so caught up in what I’m doing that I forget why I’m doing it in the first place. How easy it is to get stressed out about everything turning out perfect that all the joy of what I’m doing gets lost somewhere underneath it all. Thinking like this is simple like uttering the word Thanksgiving but not living out what it means to be thankful.
Stopping right now before I do anything else. I am already feeling grateful for this simple moment of silence that gives me the opportunity to reevaluate what I’m doing and why. I am so very blessed to have the abundant family that I have to share with. What can be more motivating than to hear your grandchildren say how much they love getting together at your house for the holidays. To also know that you’re providing a special meal for those who live alone. Last but not least to know how much my husband enjoys all the food and most of all the leftovers that come with having it at our house.
I thank God for the reminder of the meaning of gratitude. It never fails to turn my negative thoughts into positive ones that create an abundance of thankfulness.
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.”