D.I.E.T.
Nine days into the New Year – stores have workout clothes, workout videos, healthy food options, and so on as their big displays. Diet looms in the air. Generally, I think everyone hates that word (me included). So I decided diet needed a new meaning this year – something we could get behind and stick with for the year…
In a world full of unpleasant, unwelcome, and sometimes downright heart wrenching things, how about we decide we don’t want to add to any of that if at all possible?…
Can we:
Decide to be more conscious of our mouths that often betray us: give our opinion only when asked, think before we blurt out our own defense, soften our tone…
Remember that there is almost always two sides to every circumstance and weigh the other party’s perspective instead of our narrow viewpoint ruling the day…
Consider the long-term outcome of our decisions instead of the short-term satisfaction…
And finally, how about we decide the glass is indeed half full (not half empty), that we get a lot more with ‘honey’ than we do with ‘vinegar’, that its best if ‘We don’t have anything nice to say, we don’t say anything at all’ ???
So this year I’m putting myself on the Do It Every Time… d.i.e.t. The It is: consider others more highly than myself – and do it every time…
So for me before I honk at the driver in front of me, before I mutter under my breath at my spouse, before I lose patience with the person currently unnerving me — I will try to consider them more highly than myself…
Want to join me on a New Year’s D.I.E.T. and see if we can make our little world a happier place? Do It Every Time…
On Your Mark…
What? It’s 2015? Wait, wasn’t it just summer, just fall, just the holidays…
In the whirlwind we can miss it… The uniqueness of each day gets lost in the 365 that turns into New Year…
I’ve turned over the garden bed, turned over my resolutions, turned over the calendar page – with each turning am I turning over me?
Life isn’t stagnant – it’s ever changing, not just around, but in us. Can we go a whole year and not feel changed? I’ve noticed as I age the sunset is prettier, the sky is bluer, the wind is more refreshing – those things haven’t changed… my appreciation, and thus me, have…
The returning hero with one arm missing, appreciates all the more his ability to still pick up his little girl. Someday, she will ask ‘Why, daddy?’ and he will tell his story…
The recovering alcoholic now ten years dry, appreciates all the more his ability see life without the blur of alcohol. Someday he will be asked ‘Why’d you stop?’ and he will tell his story…
The aging grandma once young and vibrant appreciates each day left to watch her children, grandchildren, cat. Someday she’ll be asked, ‘Write it down?’ and she will tell her story…
All our stories are full of ups, downs, smiles, frowns – a weaving of time. But stories shared to tell of self leave the reader empty – all stories must point to the Author of that life. A life well-lived is a life lived for more than self – lived for the Life Giver. Those stories stand the test of time, inspire the reader/hearer, those stories show eternity is for real…
So, On Your Mark, Get Set – Live ….. in such a way your story inspires…
Next Year…
Next year I will…, kind of like ‘tomorrow is another day’ from Gone With the Wind… The Stories of Our Lives is so much more… Your story, my story, the 90 something story, sometimes even the story of a 10 year old, is extraordinary…
The frog (pictured above) on my window is a reminder of how the tiniest of creation can be a call to us to see: open our eyes, be aware, take it all in, don’t blink – to see how extraordinary the everyday is. I would bet, where I live anyways, a frog appears somewhere everyday on a window or wall outside someplace…
One brief moment in time, however, this one appeared on my window… Like a greeting: ‘Helloooo, stop for a minute, look at me! See my big eyes, look at the suction cups on my toes, notice how parts of me are almost see-through.” All that detail and he wasn’t more than an inch or so big.
I could have missed it, but extraordinary caught me: ‘grab the camera, quick before he’s gone’. Sure enough one shot was all I got of him…and he sprang away to some other locale.
Extraordinary catches us when we’re in the midst of ordinary, because ordinary is never ordinary! The rainbow in the dish soap bubbles is not ordinary. The movement of clouds across the sky is far from ordinary. Extraordinary happens when we pause just long enough and…..look.
2015 is Next Year and it’s almost here, but guess what? You don’t have to wait. Decide now to pause at least once each day and this time Next Year, you will have memories of 365 extraordinary days…
Joy…Full, Joy…Full
There is a song now 107 years old that starts off Joyful, Joyful we adore Thee, God of glory, God of love…
With Christmas just six days away is our joy…full? Even in the absence of happiness, joy is to be our heart’s outlook…
Over 2,000 years ago an angel declared “I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.” (Luke 2:10 NIV)
Today is a tribute to a friend who may not still be with us this Christmas but who lived life with great joy, her name is Lorrie. Wife, mother, grandmother, friend to all – and daughter of God. Upon meeting her almost thirty years ago I thought the person who introduced her said her name was Glory. Being a new Christian, I thought ‘Wow, how spiritual’… Well if anyone should have ever been named Glory it was Lorrie. I have never known a more giving person, never known anyone who smiled at life the way she does, no one who ever brought glory to God more than she has…
A brain tumor has plagued her for a couple years – when she is gone she will be sorely missed. But guess what – her joy will indeed be great as the very one whose spirit indwells her and made her the joy-full person she is all her days, will be hugging her, restoring her, and calling to our hearts to remember her joy in Him…
I wish each of you a Merry Christmas – let joy rule no matter the rush, the mess-ups, the craziness, (even the sadness) of the world… Joy-full, Joy-full, adore Him, give Him the glory…
Starry Night…
Have you ever gone camping? How about a cruise? How about lived or visited an area without many lights? Far from man made lights, gazing up at the night sky, its breathtaking to see the number stars…
If the naked eye can see that many, just imagine…imagine how very many there are, each one unique…
I have never had the opportunity, as many of us never will, to gaze out into space through a powerful telescope – the pictures that have been recorded are a sight to behold…
Sometimes when I gaze at that starry night I don’t want to blink, I don’t want to forget, I want to see even more…
Eternity has been set in our hearts and in the perfection of eternal I can only begin to fathom what sights we might be able to take in…forever — flowers we’ve never seen, birds we’ve never heard, ocean depths we’ve never dived, vistas we’ve never climbed…endless and forever – and oh, the stars of the universe in their brilliance and colors our mind has never even imagined…
Have you seen the internet pictures of the brightly colored frogs of the Amazon rain forest – there’s even more spectacular than these awaiting… Have you seen the pictures of the Northern Lights – there’s lights of colors we don’t know exist… Have you seen pictures of frozen beauty, coral reefs, rainbows from airplane view – these and more someday ours to behold — FOREVER!
This starry night go out away from the lights, look up, imagine…
Take My Breath Away…
How can we find the hush even in the rush… Find quiet for our souls… Let our breath be taken away???
In the excited face of the impoverished child opening a gift – let us give that his face can shine…
In the flurry of snow caught in the moon light, later breaking into a crystal clear morning…
In the shelter dog cleaned and groomed with red ribbon on his neck walking through his new home’s door…
In the crystal clear voice that sings Angels We Have Heard On High and Joy To the World and Silent Night…
In the great grandmother holding the next generation both staring in astonishment…
In the wounded soldier returning to cheers and hugs and kisses and his momma…
Breath taking moments aren’t in the gifts, in the decorations, in the programs, in the shopping… Take your breath away comes in the hush… When one more day is given to the ailing parent, a clear memory for even just a moment to the Alzheimer’s spouse, energy enough to open gifts by the child with cancer…
Breath taking is a God who won’t leave you as you are but constantly tugs at your heart, breath taking is His love so deep that He would trod the same earth we do, breath taking is a splintered and blood spattered cross, breath taking is His death given that we might live forever…
In the noise and chaos it is the silence of the moment that speaks to our soul and takes our breath away…
Shiny Friday…
I don’t do the mad rush and grab black Friday thing… Maybe I should, maybe I’m missing something. My idea of the ideal day after Thanksgiving is having my husband pull down the boxes of Christmas decorations…
Its a day of multiple benefits – the everyday stuff has to make way for those special decorations – leaving the dust showing. Dust bunnies have to be banished and a house cleaning just seems to beckon…
Finally the opening of each box holds surprises (occasional silver fish or spiders), lost items (last year I found a missing pair of glasses), and most of all memories (laughter, love, little hands)…
I could never be applauded for having a designer tree – over the years three children contributed numerous craft projects that adorn it top to bottom. I consider it the most beautiful I’ve seen…
When my children were at home their eyes would grow large with the lifting of each box lid – hands extended they wanted to put the most decorations on the tree. Was it bad that after they went to bed I would rearrange several (alright most) of those?
We have been using the same angel to top our tree for as long as we can remember. I found her at a garage sale years ago. She holds a light in each hand, and underneath her skirt is a little ring of lights. Last year she didn’t light up – oh no… I put her up anyway and pouted for a while.
This year I informed my husband “We need a new angel.” He grumbled “Why, we love the one we have?” Hands on hips I said “She doesn’t light up anymore.” Reassuringly, his eyes lit up “Oh, yes she does. I fixed her last year before we put her away.” Who knew he was sentimental about all those shiny things too…
Thankful Mudpies & Puddles
Go ahead, stomp in the puddle… Why not? It’s the stuff thankfulness and this time of year (really any time as far as I’m concerned) is made for. Puddles to splash in with bare feet or rubber boots. Heading into the holidays we need to look at the simple so we don’t get caught up in the must do’s…
Mud pies aren’t just for 3 year olds. I was putting in some new flowers by the front door and dumped out a pot of old dirt and mushed it up with water. Then I really looked – seeing the mud squish through my gloved hands, I couldn’t resist. I pulled off the gloves and…you know, I squished the mud through my fingers…and then…patted some together and held it up for inspection…
When I peered up towards the neighbors’ homes and sensibly put back on my gloves I wondered…Why are we so reluctant to have fun in the midst of…life? So when I rounded the corner to where the hose was (living in South Florida this can still be done in November) I kicked off my shoes and did a little happy dance in the puddle…
Less than one week from Thanksgiving and only, count them, 34 days until Christmas – before it all gets to you, make fun while your making pancakes (you know make some Mickey Mouses) or cut the sandwich in the shape of heart. Really want to let go – wear two color of socks (that’s what my granddaughter does, the brighter the color the better) and then show everyone.
Being thankful isn’t about all the obvious, it’s about all the extraordinary, wonderful little things – the dragonfly stopping briefly, the red petunia smiling up, the perfect sunset…
Dare you – stomp in the next puddle you find… (boots optional)…
EXTRAordinary…
Ordinary doesn’t exist – I have never seen an ordinary sunrise, an ordinary dragonfly, or ordinary child…
Have you beheld an ordinary starlit night, heard an ordinary thunderstorm, gazed into ordinary eyes, felt an ordinary kiss? How about an ordinary ocean wave, black bear, or geyser?
Even in the everyday – all is extraordinary – a best friend’s call, the buzz of the bee, the purr of a cat…
Ordinary only happens when we elevate self above others – and above God. Then the lined and weathered face becomes just another senior citizen, the train whizzing by just another delay, the Star Bucks clerk just another cup of coffee…
Today look for the EXTRAordinary – see beyond self — to feel the wild blowing wind, follow the wagging puppy tail, breathe in the fireplace scent. Glory in the smile sent your way, the hummingbird in motion and still all at the same time, the apple pie making your mouth water…
Know there is no ordinary and thank Him for the wonder called: l i f e…
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Antique People…
Antique stores are fun… I don’t know much about authenticity or values – my interest lies in the history, in the uniqueness, in the beauty (and a good deal of course)…
Actually I do cringe a little when I see things I had as a little girl or as a young woman proudly displayed in an antique store – ummm, gulp, do I say “Oh I had those dolls, lunch pails, glassware when I was little?” or do I say “Wow look at these old things, I’m sure somebody thought they were cool back in the day.” Depends on if the person I’m with is 20 something or 50+ something…
Once when I visited my mom I went in the kitchen to find her with a blow pop sucker in her mouth rummaging through the cabinet to find more snacks. I couldn’t help but laugh, for the moment all the wrinkles betraying her age were missing and all I saw was a little girl getting her sugar fix… She reminded me of the little wooden figurine I saw once that had a caption painted on the bottom of her dress: ‘Grandmas are just antique little girls…’
I think if I were to collect ‘antiques’ I would prefer people – people who have the lines to show the wear and tear, the memories to share, the wisdom to make a difference, the perspective of time… Antique people show this life can be survived, can tell stories that mesmerize, offer advice that’s solid, and can make today (and tomorrow – and yesterday) have the right importance…
So perhaps a visit a week with someone who doesn’t have a lot of others like them left around, you know a real antique with real value because its getting rarer by the day – maybe that’s the antiques we should wander around a few hours admiring…
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