“The Freedom to Be Me”
America, the land of the free. Who wouldn’t want to live in a country where they could say, “I’m free to be me?” Is that not why our own ancestors came to this country in the first place? To live their lives in a way that would fulfill their potential and personal calling from God? But freedom is not merely entitled to those who come to America. The source of freedom was given to us by God from the very beginning when he created us in likeness. He taught and continues to guide us through his example. That through our thoughts, words, and actions we create the world we live in, the country, the family all the way down to ourselves. Freedom is not just a word. It is nothing without choice. That choice is like the stone you toss into the still waters, it creates a ripple effect and touches everything around you. So, while the freedom to be me is a beautiful God-given gift. It also comes with a great responsibility not just to the people around me but to this great big wonderful world I live in. The real power of freedom begins with you and me right where we find ourselves…now. So, on this special day of freedom and independence maybe we could all take a moment to pause and ask ourselves, am I adding to the better-good of all through my thoughts words and actions? Or could I make a new commitment on this 4th of July to do the best I can to forgive and love one another as God first loved us? I’m in! How about you?
“‘A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make a new tree.”-Amelia Earhart
What a beautiful thought and visual of what one act of kindness can create. But it takes a moment of deep contemplation to see the vastness of its growth and potential.
On the other side of this is the act of meanness. A single act of meanness throws out roots in all directions as well, and the roots spring up and make a new tree.
The roots begin with the seeds of our daily thoughts. Those thoughts start from the moment we awaken each morning. That’s why it’s so important to take a few moments to reconnect with that beautiful source of Divinity (God) that exist within each of us. We have to act quickly because the ego often gets in the way first. And before we know it we’re in automatic mood going through our day never taking the time to think about the seeds we’re planting, and the roots were spreading along the way.
We have to keep in mind that if we want a better world, it has to begin with every action we take. If you don’t know where to start, then join me with one simply act of kindness today. Think of all the beautiful trees we’ll grow together.
When a small pebble is dropped into a pond it spreads out creating many ripples. Our actions have the same kind of effect. We can feel the vibes from those who drop a bit of kindness our way, and that kindness spreads form one person to the next much the same as the ripple effect. But there can also be the opposite effect which spreads havoc from one person to the other. Being mindful of the stones we throw is one of the most important conscious efforts we should make. We are after all only a stones throw away from making a difference in the world, and it all depends on what kind of stone we choose to throw.
Today I had a visit from a friend.
As I opened the door came a gentle wind,
And the smell of spices followed her in.
I was reminded of the years that have passed us by.
The things she taught me that I could never deny.
How could I forget the herbs and spices of life.
How to grow them and use them for their treasured delight.
These are the things that she taught me to do.
To simple wear earrings if nothing else.
And how to make strawberry jam to put on the shelf.
How to share the good times as well as the bad.
To be who you are even when you’re feeling sad.
Our friendship has weathered the many years gone by.
As we tasted the herbs and spices of life.
And who could forget the shared glasses of wine
For these are the things that get better with time,
and I’m grateful to call you a friend of mine.
I learned a simple beautiful prayer today by Jean Houston that goes like this:
“God let me be a blessing to someone today.”
As I went about this beautiful day, I thought about all the different ways we can do this. It can be as big or as little as the opportunity presents itself to us. I don’t think we have to go out of our way to find things to do. We simply need to be mindful of the opportunities. There’s many ways to be a blessing. Like one friend shared early this morning a beautiful picture of a flower on Facebook with two simple words to contemplate on, “peace and quiet.” It was a seine start to my morning. Someone else got a call very early to help jump a friends car. Without hesitation, fussing or irritation he went, and not only blessed the person, but himself as well for the good feeling it gave him. Another event I witnessed was at the grocery store where someone found several five dollar bills left behind. Instead of pocketing it the person turned the money in to the cashier. Within a matter of seconds the person who lost the money came back to retrieve it. She couldn’t say thank you enough to the person who found it.
As I write this with the inspiration God places in my heart. I realize how others have blessed me today. In return my prayer is answered as it gives me the opportunity to reach out and bless others with my words. It is beautiful when you think about it. God touches one, then that one touches another, and in our blessings we become extensions of God without even realizing the effect it creates.
I have the kindest most gracious people in my life. If I could compare them to anything I’d say they’re like an Oreo cookie. They are good all around, but the best part of them comes from the inside.
It is true! Being kind to others increases kindness. It expands, growing bigger with each person it touches. Encouragement helps others see their own potential, and helps them believe in themselves. Recognizing a person’s talents, qualities, and passions makes them feel recognized for who they are. Best of all like a boomerang, all the good we give each other comes right back to us.Just think how much the goodness could expand if we were each kind to one another all in one day. I bet all the ugliness in the world would be outnumbered.
Let it begin with me.
Negativism is like an unwanted guest. The more you entertain it the harder it is to get it to leave. So go away no solicitors welcome!
When I was about 9 yrs old we were sitting around the table at dinner time. For some reason I remember I was sitting in my Mom’s seat which was across from Dad. Mom was in one of her moods so she was in her room. My Dad had a few beers which actually turned him into a clown. As the rest of us were eating around the table I started getting hit with one pea at a time. It was something my brother would do, but it wasn’t him. After a few more times I figured it was Dad.
“Stop ,” I said, laughing, but he kept it.
“Come on,” he said, “throw them back at me.”
I looked around for fear of what my mom would do if she caught me. Besides I didn’t want to throw them at him, he was my Dad. But he kept it up, pushing and pushing until I finally flipped the mash potatoes I had on my fork at him hitting him in the face. He roared in laughter, and said, “I knew you had it in you.”
It seemed that life was that way as I grew up. I just wanted to be nice to people, but there was always someone out there pushing my books out of my hands, talking behind my back, or demanding me to do this or that for them. I was always shocked by these people who were suppose to be my friends. I had a hard time believing that they could be so mean to me. Maybe I was making it worse than it seemed, always giving others the benefit of the doubt until they pushed me too far. They were always as shocked and surprised as my Dad was when the mash potatoes went flying in their face, and they still are to this day.
I asked dad years later, why’d you do that to me. He said because I knew you were too nice for your own good, and if you didn’t learn to stand up for yourself the world would eat you alive. I haven’t been swallowed yet, but it is difficult to keep climbing out of the mouth of those who try.
Eat your peas, please don’t throw them.