Read an article recently about a trend of slowing down, that folks are moving too fast. They want their life to move at a more leisurely pace. It talk about people not know their neighbors, their community. It discussed a yearning for yesteryears when folks had more community -- whether through their town, neighborhood or organizations.
Wow, how blessed am I? Though life goes faster than I would like -- I've got a great set of neighbors and a wonderful community and church. People know me and my family. We joke Eli won't be able to get away with anything growing up -- cuz folks know who he is and will tell us if there is any trouble.
Lots of people don't have that and that makes me sad. For what they are missing that link to community - that sense of belonging and caring.
That wonderful sense of belonging comes with a responsiblity as I see it, to serve in the community where I'm placed. I went to a rural conference this last weekend and met a lot of people who get community and the responsibilities that comes with being a part of a small community. They all were committed to making their small town the best it could be, whatever that looked it. I went with that same purpose in mind for my small town. Of course, I'm only one person, but I gained new ideas on many different topics and was refreshed to be surrounding by so many other rural people who also feel very passionate about where they and their family lives and making a difference in their community.
Another community of support I'm blessed with is web based -- through blogging. I now check in, if not daily, at least every several days with my dear friends to see how they are doing and how I can pray over them and for them. I so appreciate their inspiring words, thoughts and opinions. This relatively new venture for me has brought a closeness to dear dear friends that I don't often get to see face-to-face and yet are a very important part of my life and community! I'm thankful.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Lifelong Learner
Joshua 14:7
"I was forty years old when Moses ... sent me."
Learned an interesting statistic recently, only three out of 10 people over the age of 37 are actively seeking and learning new things and information.
I watch Eli learning new words, letters and number sequences every day -- exponential learning. In school, the learning washes over you daily, though once out of formal education, often it is easier to continue knowing what we know, not actively seeking knowledge.
I heard a futurist say that the jobs many young people will have in the future, have not yet been imagined. How does one prepare for a job that has yet to be created? Learning and creativity are key.
Actively seeking knowledge, and also based on Joshua's lesson, focusing on God's greatness.
Joshua, Caleb and 10 others went into the Promise Land to learn more about the land God had promised His people. Joshua and Caleb insisted that with the Lord on their side they could take the territory. The other 10 focused only the large size and number of the hostile people living there. Joshua and Caleb, by faith saw God beyond the obstacles.
In addition to learning, what do we focus on? Do we see only the size of our problems, or do we see the greatness of our God?
"I was forty years old when Moses ... sent me."
Learned an interesting statistic recently, only three out of 10 people over the age of 37 are actively seeking and learning new things and information.
I watch Eli learning new words, letters and number sequences every day -- exponential learning. In school, the learning washes over you daily, though once out of formal education, often it is easier to continue knowing what we know, not actively seeking knowledge.
I heard a futurist say that the jobs many young people will have in the future, have not yet been imagined. How does one prepare for a job that has yet to be created? Learning and creativity are key.
Actively seeking knowledge, and also based on Joshua's lesson, focusing on God's greatness.
Joshua, Caleb and 10 others went into the Promise Land to learn more about the land God had promised His people. Joshua and Caleb insisted that with the Lord on their side they could take the territory. The other 10 focused only the large size and number of the hostile people living there. Joshua and Caleb, by faith saw God beyond the obstacles.
In addition to learning, what do we focus on? Do we see only the size of our problems, or do we see the greatness of our God?
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The Unseen
2 Corinthians 4:18
"So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."
Stopping and valuing the unseen is often hard to do. How do you recognize the unseen? I believe it is through the eyes of your heart. It isn't always easy, but is well worth the effort. The unseen doesn't flash with bling, doesn't scream look at me, it patiently waits to get your attention.
I received the following e-mail last week and it made me stop and think ... I'm I living the life of an invisible woman? I'd rather people see my Father when they look at me than KayDee. Again sounds so very simple, application is where the challenge lies.
By Nicole Johnson
It started to happen gradually …One day I was walking my son Jake to school. I was holding his hand and we were about to cross the street when the crossing guard said to him, "Who is that with you, young fella?""Nobody," he shrugged.
Nobody? The crossing guard and I laughed. My son is only 5, but as we crossed the street I thought, "Oh my goodness, nobody?"
I would walk into a room and no one would notice. I would say something to my family - like "Turn the TV down, please" - and nothing would happen. Nobody would get up, or even make a move for the remote. I would stand there for a minute, and then I would say again, a little louder, "Would someone turn the TV down?" Nothing.Just the other night my husband and I were out at a party. We'd been there for about three hours and I was ready to leave. I noticed he was talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and when there was a break in the conversation, I whispered, "I'm ready to go when you are." He just kept right on talking.That's when I started to put all the pieces together. I don't think he can see me. I don't think anyone can see me.I'm invisible.It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please."I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She's going … she's going … she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this."
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it."And the workman replied, "Because God sees."I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
"So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."
Stopping and valuing the unseen is often hard to do. How do you recognize the unseen? I believe it is through the eyes of your heart. It isn't always easy, but is well worth the effort. The unseen doesn't flash with bling, doesn't scream look at me, it patiently waits to get your attention.
I received the following e-mail last week and it made me stop and think ... I'm I living the life of an invisible woman? I'd rather people see my Father when they look at me than KayDee. Again sounds so very simple, application is where the challenge lies.
By Nicole Johnson
It started to happen gradually …One day I was walking my son Jake to school. I was holding his hand and we were about to cross the street when the crossing guard said to him, "Who is that with you, young fella?""Nobody," he shrugged.
Nobody? The crossing guard and I laughed. My son is only 5, but as we crossed the street I thought, "Oh my goodness, nobody?"
I would walk into a room and no one would notice. I would say something to my family - like "Turn the TV down, please" - and nothing would happen. Nobody would get up, or even make a move for the remote. I would stand there for a minute, and then I would say again, a little louder, "Would someone turn the TV down?" Nothing.Just the other night my husband and I were out at a party. We'd been there for about three hours and I was ready to leave. I noticed he was talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and when there was a break in the conversation, I whispered, "I'm ready to go when you are." He just kept right on talking.That's when I started to put all the pieces together. I don't think he can see me. I don't think anyone can see me.I'm invisible.It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please."I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She's going … she's going … she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this."
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it."And the workman replied, "Because God sees."I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Calm You with His Love
Zephaniah 3:17
"Your God is present among you, a strong Warrior there to save you. Happy to have you back, he'll calm you with his love and delight you with his songs."
I love this verse tucked away in a three chapter book of the Old Testament. He will calm me with HIs love and delight me with his songs. Sometimes hard for me to fathom that he wants to delight me with songs. Often I get so concentrated on my part of our relationship, I forget to stop and appreciate the many blessings, many delights my Lord gives because He delights in me. Zowie, creator of the universe who wants this personal relationship with me--pretty cool and awe inspiring.
I had to go and do it. I read the intro to Zephaniah. Here I am wrapped up in my own little world -- just me and God--our relationship, just be reminded by this minor prophet via Eugene Peterson's words" Everything you do or think or feel has to do with God. Every person you meet has to do with God. We live in a vast world of interconnectedness, the connections have consequences, either in things or in people-all the consequences come together in God. The biblical phrase for the coming together of the consequences is Judgement Day."
Hmmm, other people--that does add to the challenge of my Christian walk. As I head out traveling to Santa Fe and Bozeman this week, I pray God will give me the calm, the insight, and patience to continually use kindness with strangers regardless of how they treat me. I've always liked the saying that said love on people until they ask you why.
May you feel the calm of His love in your life today.
"Your God is present among you, a strong Warrior there to save you. Happy to have you back, he'll calm you with his love and delight you with his songs."
I love this verse tucked away in a three chapter book of the Old Testament. He will calm me with HIs love and delight me with his songs. Sometimes hard for me to fathom that he wants to delight me with songs. Often I get so concentrated on my part of our relationship, I forget to stop and appreciate the many blessings, many delights my Lord gives because He delights in me. Zowie, creator of the universe who wants this personal relationship with me--pretty cool and awe inspiring.
I had to go and do it. I read the intro to Zephaniah. Here I am wrapped up in my own little world -- just me and God--our relationship, just be reminded by this minor prophet via Eugene Peterson's words" Everything you do or think or feel has to do with God. Every person you meet has to do with God. We live in a vast world of interconnectedness, the connections have consequences, either in things or in people-all the consequences come together in God. The biblical phrase for the coming together of the consequences is Judgement Day."
Hmmm, other people--that does add to the challenge of my Christian walk. As I head out traveling to Santa Fe and Bozeman this week, I pray God will give me the calm, the insight, and patience to continually use kindness with strangers regardless of how they treat me. I've always liked the saying that said love on people until they ask you why.
May you feel the calm of His love in your life today.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Mornings
Lamentations 3:22-23
"God's loyal love couldn't have run out, his merciful love couldn't have dried up. They're created new every morning. How great your faithfulness! I'm sticking to God (I say it over and over)..."
Am thankful I'm a morning person. I love waking up to a new day, new possiblities, new hope. I'm thinking if I was writing in the evening, would what I write be different? I think it would be, in the morning I've got a blank slate on the day--fresh hope created new every morning.
Many people are still sleeping. It is quiet, peaceful. It seems I can hear God better. Miraculously when I take the time in the morning to spend time in the Word -- my day goes better, slower, I get more done. When I think I don't have the time and I skip my Lord time -- my entire day goes in hyperspeed with not a lot getting accomplished. You'd think I'd figure that out.
I heard that Martin Luther said each day he spent an hour in prayer and then on his extra busy days, he'd spend two hours in prayer. That is wisedom.
Friday, October 12, 2007
23rd Psalm
From the Message Bible
Psalm 23
"God, my shepherd! I don't need a thing. You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word, you let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction.
Even when the way goes through Death Valley, I'm not afraid when you walk at my side. Your trusty shepherd's crook makes me feel secure.
You serve me a six-course dinner right in front of my enemies. You revive my drooping head, my cup brims with blessing.
Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life. I'm back home in the house of God for the rest of my life."
This is has always been one of my favorite Bible chapters. In second grade, my dear Sunday School teacher, Florence Johnson. had us memorize it. I also like the comparison to the shepherd and sheep -- speaks to my love of ag and reminds me of the small sheep herd we had when I was young.
I so enjoy Eugene Peterson's The Message translation. I love that the Lord's beauty and love chases after me every day of my life -- chase, that is an active verb. He is actively seeking us each and every day. I too need to be actively seeking Him.
I see His beauty and love in the sunrise, in the incredible autumn leaves, the bright orange pumpkins, the crisp fall air, in my boy's smiles, and my husband's hugs.
And yes, the verse about reviving my drooping head also seems to speak especially to me these days. He is my reviver, my calm.
Am in awe that our cup is not just full with blessings -- which should be enough-- but brimming with blessings. Of course caffine-addict that I am, I see in mind's eye a large coffee cup bubbling over with blessings.
May you actively see His beauty and love chasing after you today.
Psalm 23
"God, my shepherd! I don't need a thing. You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word, you let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction.
Even when the way goes through Death Valley, I'm not afraid when you walk at my side. Your trusty shepherd's crook makes me feel secure.
You serve me a six-course dinner right in front of my enemies. You revive my drooping head, my cup brims with blessing.
Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life. I'm back home in the house of God for the rest of my life."
This is has always been one of my favorite Bible chapters. In second grade, my dear Sunday School teacher, Florence Johnson. had us memorize it. I also like the comparison to the shepherd and sheep -- speaks to my love of ag and reminds me of the small sheep herd we had when I was young.
I so enjoy Eugene Peterson's The Message translation. I love that the Lord's beauty and love chases after me every day of my life -- chase, that is an active verb. He is actively seeking us each and every day. I too need to be actively seeking Him.
I see His beauty and love in the sunrise, in the incredible autumn leaves, the bright orange pumpkins, the crisp fall air, in my boy's smiles, and my husband's hugs.
And yes, the verse about reviving my drooping head also seems to speak especially to me these days. He is my reviver, my calm.
Am in awe that our cup is not just full with blessings -- which should be enough-- but brimming with blessings. Of course caffine-addict that I am, I see in mind's eye a large coffee cup bubbling over with blessings.
May you actively see His beauty and love chasing after you today.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Sweet Friendships Refreshes the Soul
Proverbs 27:9 "Just as lotions and fragrance gives sensual delight, a sweet friendship refreshes the soul."
Thank you dear Lord for blessing me with such amazing and inspiring women in my life. Now that I'm in my fourth decade of life...it still amazes me that I have friends I've known nearly all my life and that is now considerably longer than when I was in school.
The history we share, not only between us, but with our families is such an amazing, special blessing. Each friend's perspective on life, living and where they are at in their own life always speaks to me from their own wisdom. That wisdom, support and friendship is a truely wonderful gift from God.
I'm so thankful that my dear friends can pick up a conversation with me immediately - whether its been two weeks since we spoke or two years. And it is always good to catch up with them and their lives and after speaking to them, I always muse ... why do I allow so much time to pass in between conversations? AND the realization of how much I miss having that friend in my life on a daily basis.
My hope is as my dear, dear friends read this YOU recognize how very much I treasure my friendship with YOU and how very Thankful I am to have YOU in my life (regardless of the space of time since our last conversation)!
I am blessed.
Thank you dear Lord for blessing me with such amazing and inspiring women in my life. Now that I'm in my fourth decade of life...it still amazes me that I have friends I've known nearly all my life and that is now considerably longer than when I was in school.
The history we share, not only between us, but with our families is such an amazing, special blessing. Each friend's perspective on life, living and where they are at in their own life always speaks to me from their own wisdom. That wisdom, support and friendship is a truely wonderful gift from God.
I'm so thankful that my dear friends can pick up a conversation with me immediately - whether its been two weeks since we spoke or two years. And it is always good to catch up with them and their lives and after speaking to them, I always muse ... why do I allow so much time to pass in between conversations? AND the realization of how much I miss having that friend in my life on a daily basis.
My hope is as my dear, dear friends read this YOU recognize how very much I treasure my friendship with YOU and how very Thankful I am to have YOU in my life (regardless of the space of time since our last conversation)!
I am blessed.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Be Still and Draw Nearer
From the Message Bible
Isaiah 30:16 "...Your strength will come from settling down in complete dependence on me."
Verse 18 "But God's not finished. He's waiting around to be gracious to you. He's gathering strength to show mercy to you. God takes time to do everything right-everything. Those who wait around for him are the lucky ones."
At the women's retreat two weeks ago, in my quiet alone time, God kindly whispered softly and repeatedly, "Be still and draw nearer to me. Be still and draw nearer to me. Be still and draw nearer to me."
Could it be that easy? Just be still .... hmmm not going a million miles an hour trying to remember the 10 items I need to get done, race to the "next thing", not achieve, not impress -- just be?
Sigh... sitting still and stilling one's mind, it takes some work but oh the rewards. The above Bible verses were what I came upon in my reflection/journaling time. It so speaks to just drawing near to the Lord, settling down and having complete dependence (not sometimes or just in desperate times) but at ALL times.
He is waiting to be gracious to me and to you. Golly, guess I'm moving so fast often I'm not allowing God the time He needs--through Bible study and pray--to allow me to see the grace and mercy there waiting for me, if only I be still and draw nearer.
My wish for you today is that you take a deep breath, still your mind, and pray to draw nearer to our Lord.
Isaiah 30:16 "...Your strength will come from settling down in complete dependence on me."
Verse 18 "But God's not finished. He's waiting around to be gracious to you. He's gathering strength to show mercy to you. God takes time to do everything right-everything. Those who wait around for him are the lucky ones."
At the women's retreat two weeks ago, in my quiet alone time, God kindly whispered softly and repeatedly, "Be still and draw nearer to me. Be still and draw nearer to me. Be still and draw nearer to me."
Could it be that easy? Just be still .... hmmm not going a million miles an hour trying to remember the 10 items I need to get done, race to the "next thing", not achieve, not impress -- just be?
Sigh... sitting still and stilling one's mind, it takes some work but oh the rewards. The above Bible verses were what I came upon in my reflection/journaling time. It so speaks to just drawing near to the Lord, settling down and having complete dependence (not sometimes or just in desperate times) but at ALL times.
He is waiting to be gracious to me and to you. Golly, guess I'm moving so fast often I'm not allowing God the time He needs--through Bible study and pray--to allow me to see the grace and mercy there waiting for me, if only I be still and draw nearer.
My wish for you today is that you take a deep breath, still your mind, and pray to draw nearer to our Lord.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
The Beginning
Well, here I go into the adventures of blogging. I will be authentic and honest in my conversations here.
I began spriritual journaling last week. I want to record my thoughts, struggles, and success so I can go back and see how God is making a vivid difference in my life (heavens knows I can't rely on my short-term memory to remember specific hows).
Consistency ... sounds simple enough, just do the right things over and over again. How long before I really understand the fact that simple does not equal easy?
I want to be consistent in my blogging.
Being constant in good habits, kindness, patience, love (all those fruits of the spirit that I crave on a regular basis). Continuing on when I mess up (okay guess that brings into play my eating habits as well). Persistence does pay -- just need to keep on keeping on.
So for today will concentrate on being consistent ... in positive eating habits, disciplining both son Eli and dog Weja, in praying throughout the day, and in getting the items on my list of things to do checked off.
I began spriritual journaling last week. I want to record my thoughts, struggles, and success so I can go back and see how God is making a vivid difference in my life (heavens knows I can't rely on my short-term memory to remember specific hows).
Consistency ... sounds simple enough, just do the right things over and over again. How long before I really understand the fact that simple does not equal easy?
I want to be consistent in my blogging.
Being constant in good habits, kindness, patience, love (all those fruits of the spirit that I crave on a regular basis). Continuing on when I mess up (okay guess that brings into play my eating habits as well). Persistence does pay -- just need to keep on keeping on.
So for today will concentrate on being consistent ... in positive eating habits, disciplining both son Eli and dog Weja, in praying throughout the day, and in getting the items on my list of things to do checked off.
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