Today is the 4th of July, but that’s simple the date on the calendar. What’s it all about?
It’s the day that the Continental Congress declared that the thirteen American colonies were no longer subject to the monarch of Britain and were now united, free, and independent states. Today we celebrate “Independence Day.”
I think to myself how blessed I am to be born an American. I am able to live and practice the gift of freedom that comes from above all, our Creator. With this gift comes a great responsibility. While I am as independent as each state is, what I choose to do, think, and say, affects the better good or bad of all. There is voice I hear inside when something doesn’t feel right, it says, “something’s happening here, and what it is ain’t exactly clear.” It’s the voice of warning that calls for each one of us to make a choice; will you simple do what you please or do what is right?
For in the end It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more then our personal desires.
It’s all in the way you choose to see it!
Whenever I hear the word goodness I can’t help but think of Nana Rife. After braising or roasting she would say, “what’s left behind in the pan is all the goodness, and that’s what you use to make good gravy.”
It’s such a great reminder that even goodness can be found in the messy things of our life. As we scrap, pick, and stir all the good parts together we too are able to create a life full of rich goodness. It’s a matter of choice, I can see the mucky mess of the pan and dread the idea of cleaning it or I can choose to make something good out it. The funny thing is when we choose to see goodness instead of muck the difficult things break apart easier becoming softer until all the muck is smoothed out in our life. The proof is in the gravy for in using the goodness…the pan in turn becomes easier to clean.
“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.
Life is like a mirror, smile at it, and it smiles back at you. -Peace Pilgrim
I am working on a new exercise. It’s one for the face called a smile. I am cursed with the Miller frown. I don’t even realize most of the time that I’m doing it, so if you see me frowning smile at me and I’ll give you one back. I certainly don’t frown because I’m unhappy or miserable at least most of the time I can say that. I think I have a combination of things going on here one came from an unhappy childhood when I had something to frown about, then there’s genetics, and now age, when everything begins to sage including the face. Even now, as I write this, I catch myself going into that frown that comes about when I’m concentrating on something.
I remember the day I married Tom. I was smiling so much that by the end of the day, my face hurt. As with all exercises, no pain, no gain as they say. So, I read that the best way to do this exercise is to have a mirror nearby so you can catch yourself at a glance. It’s a kind of hard to do that. So, I’ve decided to let life be my mirror reflection. My smile is the practice, and your smile is the strength I gain!
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.”
Even a Toad is Divinely created! -Connie Rife
My reading today is called ”Tommy Toad.” it’s about a Toad who wishes it was a Frog so it could sing along with the frogs at night around the pond.
I recently made a judgment that someone was a Toad, not a Frog. I’ve always had a fondness for frogs; I don’t know why, maybe I was a Frog in another life. I liked them so much as a child that I even tried to grow them in my own little dug out pond. Needless to say the baby polliwogs were gone the next day along with the water that seeped into the earth.
What I learned in this reading was a simple reminder that everything and everyone has a purpose onto his own. As Tommy Toad learned that his dreams to sing in the choir would never come true unless he stepped out in faith to give it a try. He became the only baritone in the choir and his voice added something special that had been missing all along.
We all have something special to add to the choir of life, so don’t judge a Toad by comparing him to a Frog. One can be as easily kissed as the other, and you never know what they have to offer until you open your heart and let them in.
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?
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?
What a beautiful day. I sat on the deck this morning. As I quiet myself for my devotional time, I hear the various birds chirping from every direction. I realize how much I take them for granted. I hear them everyday, but not really hearing them at all most of the time. Today though, it sounded like music, setting the tone of my daily ritual.
Taking in more of natures gifts, I smell the lavender in my garden, adding to my relaxing peaceful moment. Than I take notice of my curly willow tree and how fast it’s grown in just a few years. It looks like messy head of hair all knotted and tangled. The real beauty of this tree lies beneath its leaves. I don’t care that it’s not the greatest looking tree. It provides the privacy we want, and I know the beauty that lies beneath the leaves. A work of art to look forward to in the dead of winter. I’m reminded of how nature always has a way of teaching us the lessons of life.
I did my daily reading, prayer and meditation. However, nothing spoke as profoundly to me as being in the moment among Gods creations giving all I heard, saw and smelled the recognition each deserves. And I am left with a sense grace and gratitude.
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It’s that time of year when birds build their nest tend to their new families with great devotion than suddenly push the matured baby’s out of the nest. How does it know to fly or where to find food and shelter?
Its also the time of year when graduations take place and parents begin their own process of letting go.
No one ever told me how hard it was going to be. Its almost like going through the stages of grief. If you think about it, that makes sense because it is the end of a way of life for both child & parent.
How wonderful nature is in teaching us the process of letting go. How could a bird every learn to fly it didn’t take that first leap? And what if the parents held them back protecting them from all the things that could go wrong?
How will they ever learn if we don’t let go? Its the one time in your life when you feel the most determination to hang on but in the end its the most courageous thing you can do to teach them how to fly on their own.