Hanging on, not letting go.
Essential for your success.
You can’t go buy it.
Making it through the tough times.
How do you do it?
I made it through:
- failed interviews
- job challenges
- losing a prenatal baby
- having my daughter move to Europe when she was one month pregnant with my first grandchild (that was hard!)
- knee replacement surgery and the painful rehab
- a burst appendix (that almost killed me!)
I could go on…. but you get the idea. What would your list look like?
Do you need to remind yourself that you’re tough? You’re a winner. You’re not a quitter. You’ve got broad shoulders and strong arms and can give great hugs. You believe in yourself. You’ve survived some rough times. Tenacity can be your middle name. Try it. What’s on your list?
Show me your
“made it through”
If you are not with “your children” today,
you can substitute “your children” for “your spouse”
or “your neighbors” or “yourself.”
Change “they” to “you” or “s/he”…
Ponder these thoughts –
Go somewhere to worship God today –
Enjoy your loved ones.
I’ll be singing in the choir this morning
and listening carefully to the
message presented by Rev. Hundley.
Come back in about 5 hours for my sermon notes.
Have a beautiful Sunday.
See ya later.
Do Something Prodigious
Hmmm… Bob & I had a big discussion this morning after I read Christian Mihai’s post on “The Art of Blogging” and he challenged us to “Do something prodigious today.”
What does prodigious mean?
Well, my dictionary says prodigious
is an adjective that means “huge or enormous.”
Some synonyms are:
What can I do today that would fit one of those descriptions?
At the end of the day, how will I answer these questions?
What are your plans?
I plan to go to Bozeman-Yellowstone Airport (it’s an hour away) and pick up my second cousin once removed, Sofia, who is flying here from California. She just graduated from high school this June, is headed for college next month, and will spend a week with Bob & me here in Montana.
Going to get her and hosting her is not a prodigious act! But, it could be a prodigious experience for us all.
Anytime you bring someone into your home for an overnight – whether just one night or a week or a month or a year – fantastic, wonderful, marvelous things can happen.
Live with Expectations of Grandeur
I expect our week with Sofia to be filled with prodigius moments! I have a hand ready to help, an ear ready to hear and a heart full of love – ready to pour itself out on this delightul young lady.
Bob is a wonderful conversationalist who will ask a million questions. You can count on it! We hope to learn a lot from Sofia’s eighteen-year-old perspective as we share a piece of our lives with her as well.
I’ll share our prodigious experiences
with you, my friends.
See ya tomorrow
My Madison Valley Writers’ Group meets every first and third Friday. We begin with a free write for about 15 minutes – prompted by a topic drawn out of a bag. I have the bag and members are invited to add topics to it whenever they are inspired to do so.
Arriving five minutes late yesterday, I forgot the bag… so our topic was “Stream of Consciousness.” We were invited to write about whatever was on our mind.
Here is what I wrote:
Life is a series
Of highs and lows
It’s full of surprises –
Some hugs and some blows.
As long as we’re able
To roll with the punches,
Life gives us roses
And blessings in bunches.
It’s when we are stiffened
By pain and cruel people
That life knocks us over
And we topple from the steeple
Of security and safety
That we have always had.
So send those folks back out
And come back to being glad.
Life is a series
Of questions with too many insults
Unless we learn to toss away
The negativity for positive results.
So, set your mind on “Happy.”
Let that sad emoticon disappear
And remember when you need a hug,
I’m always ready … always here.
Throw out the old boxing gloves.
Don’t return blows in life’s fight.
Just give back love and grace –
And keep your spirit ever bright.
It’s not Pollyanna thinking.
It’s possible – even probable – I know,
Because I practice that love daily.
It’s where I get my inner glow!
… and so do I!
See ya tomorrow
If you had a chance to do a free write
on a stream of consciousness right now,
what would your topic be?
Today we are headed to a party at the home of my friend, Carol Orr. She is the 95 year old that I wrote about in this blog last year: via 95 Years of Life Lessons
Carol went to her heavenly home a month or so ago… and today her family and friends are gathering to remember her love and share some of her wit and wisdom. Tomorrow is her memorial service.
Click on the link to “95 Years of Life Lessons” above and enjoy Carol’s wit and wisdom with me. Such a bright, “with-it”, fun-loving, kind friend! I miss her!
Here are my sermon notes from the message
delivered by Pastor Steve Hundley
today at our Madison Valley Presbyterian Church
He titled it “The Bible Says”
and he had lots of stories about
how people use Bible verses
to prove their varying/opposing opinions
Sometimes people of God
Seem bent to disagree;
They argue and they point fingers.
Seems rather strange to me.
Infighting creates doubts.
Why does it have to be?
Why do we let issues divide us?
Why can’t love define you and me?
Why is there dissension
Among the people of Christ
Why can’t we pray and obey
And treat each other nice?
There always has been fighting
Because issues raise their head
And divisions seems to reign.
Why can’t we just love instead?
We often disagree with others
Because we’re really at odd (that’s poetic license)
With ourselves – our own beliefs.
Why can’t we focus on our constant God?
God’s spirit is poured out
On the hearts of ALL folks.
Why do we create divisions
And make fun of others with jokes?
Why refuse to make the round trip
From our mind to our heart?
Our heart knows the love of God.
When will our minds know? Let’s start!
Let’s celebrate diversity –
And stop trying to point blame.
Let’s look beyond our differences;
Let’s praise and worship in God’s name.
Just Love One Another
See ya tomorrow
Look at the hands in this picture of my son and daughter-in-law as they watch their youngest daughter in her first dance as a new bride. The hands tell a story.
I looked at my old, wrinkled, arthritic hands as I read this lovely post- and as I walked memory lane, decided to share this thoughtfully written blog with you – via “Old” Hands Gave LIFE