Said a friend’s Facebook post lamenting the joys of vacation travel.
Hmmm… Aren’t we, those who journey through the traffic jams of life with the Person of Jesus, “stuck in traffic” as we anticipate passing through the pearly gates to see His wonderful face? (Hebrews 11:8-10, Revelation 22:4)
Do not feel guilty about taking time to be still in My Presence.
Jesus Calling, Sarah Young
But, that is exactly what I do; feel guilty when I sense the need to slow down and spend time with my Best Friend. What makes me think taking the time to meet others’ needs, desires, and timelines proves I am productively successful? Could it be the misconception I must be everyone’s Jill-of-all-trades? Maybe it is the many daily commands to go and do. Yet, in the stillness of my Best Friend’s love, encouragement, and sometimes humbling scolding, there are several invitations to wait and be still. In the lingering quiet come strength, peace and renewed energy to begin again. Where is the guilt in that? Hmmm… a good question.
At times, common sense is intensely thought provoking. It can leave you feeling smacked by a 2×4 between the eyes.
I am experiencing many of those aha moments while reading Becky Halstead’s book, 24/7: The First Person You Must Lead Is You. Now that I think about it, I’m surprised I am not suffering from cranial hemorrhage after these frequent blows. :)
This is a book filled with sound advice and encouragement for those desiring to be at their personal best in their sphere of influence. Why not check it out for yourself? It is available from Amazon in paperback and on Kindle.
Come on, don’t be afraid of a few strikes on the forehead. Surf on over to Amazon or Becky’s website, www.beckyhalstead.com. I guarantee the ride is worth it!
On this Good Friday, well you could call it the only true Black Friday, I find myself almost jealous as I weep for a family who lost a wonderful lady I and others called Grandma. Jealous? Yes! She is spending this Easter, and those to come, at the greatest banquet table ever in heaven! And, one day I will join her and others I am missing today. (My Facebook status posted April 18, 2014)
People will forget the words you said but will remember how you made them feel.
The truth of this statement echoes in my mind as we honor a wonderful godly woman I affectionately called Grandma.
Grandma Carey had a knack for knowing what I was thinking and how I was feeling. So many memories of noticing her meaningful look followed by a sweet smile as she enveloped me in a warm hug I wished would never end. However, her words often escape me. The wishing was not for missing the embrace but wanting the warmth of love to continue, a feeling that let me know I was cherished by a lady who knew what it meant to love her Lord with a humble, compassionate heart. (Matthew 22:37)
I believe this is her legacy.
Thank you Grandma Carey for showing the meaning of a true legacy. I hope I learned well so I can pass it on. See ya later!
Do you know what the first sign of Spring is? No, it is not the glistening wet roadways, nor the presence of daylight at 5pm. No, it is not the melting of snow and waterways, nor the warmth of sunshine or the delightful sound of chirping birds. It is the sudden appearance of monstrous potholes eating at the roadways overnight. Today I saw one big enough to throw a cow into. Well, almost.
I wrote that Facebook post several days ago after a daily commute to/from work left me feeling abused by the washboard type ride. We all know it takes just a little water to trickle its way through cracks in the pavement caused by wear and tear of traffic. All that water needs is freezing temperatures with the continuing weight of traffic, and POP, you have a vertical shaft big enough to drive your car into, resulting in hundreds if not thousands of dollars in damages.
But, I’ve been thinking, these destructive blisters in the surface of our roadways are not the only potholes we deal with. Some of us have hungry gorges eating our souls, chasms of pessimism, resentment, cynicism, and hate. All they need is one misdirected thought or word to encourage the erosion of relationships, the loss of good ol’ Bessie. ( Mark 7:20-22, James 3:2-6)
A conversation with several coworkers reminded me of this quote…
The grass is always greener over the septic tank. ~ Erma Bombeck
Then some time later, I read this on Facebook…
The grass is greener where you water it. ~ Neil Barringham
I do not wonder where your green grass is because that is obvious. It is where you are in your home, workplace, neighborhood, and relationships. The question running through my mind is, what do you (I include myself here) water your grass with? Do you use downpours of sarcasm, negativity, discouragement, and even hate? Or do you spray refreshing showers of respect, enthusiasm, hopefulness, compassion, and love? (Proverbs 15:4)