I hope you guys and gals have been enjoying the Quick to Listen & Slow To Speak Series. If you are visiting my blog for the first time you can go here and here for the first two installments. Today I will be sharing 12 more practical tips to help master our thoughts to ensure a great quality of life for us and those around us.
Love is…Day 2
Love holds the power to turn any coward into a hero. It sharpens our vision to see the every day through a lens of beauty. The mundane of the ordinary is transformed into a kaleidoscope of opportunity. The impossible now seems possible. The hard things are worth it. Hope is now tangible. You are determined to press a little further, plunge a little deeper, and climb a little higher because daily Love unfolds from its magical rapture.
It was farther than I meant to go and longer than I meant to stay…
Have you ever found yourself going around in circles? I am not talking about the twirls you do in the middle of the grocery isle while no one else is looking 😉 . I am referring to frustrations you feel when you’re deliberately seeking the end of a task or journey and it seems like no end is in sight. It seems like you constantly end up back to where back where you started. Can I get an Amen if you have been there?…AMEN! I hope I am in good company cause I have been there and done that and here is ONE of my stories: Read more
HOME – Oh the familiar!
We all have various definitions of what and where home is. It is often associated with a feeling of welcome, knowing and comfort where one can sure find refuge. I have had the opportunity to call 9 different locations home in the past 10 years (*no, I am not a military kid*) and have learned many lessons along the way: some great, others not so great times, and a few dreadful moments drizzled in between for good measure. Read more
I Give Thanks
I have so many reasons to give thanks today. I am a grateful beneficiary to 3600 additional seconds of sweet slumber. Yes indeed, I fell back on my down feathered pillow and enjoyed every morsel of sweet sleep my God granted. I awoke to the sun’s amber rays seeping through my blinds with its desire to touch the silhouette of my face. The warm embrace of my husband’s chilled signaled the beginning of another Sunday. It is a Sunday where as the Tri-Cities church community we gather together in worship for worship to our God. We sing, we praise, we pray, we give thanks. We celebrate!
I stop. I listen. I send silent whispers of Thank You’s to heaven for a horse, a cop, and three musketeers: Read more
I stood in my trainer’s kitchen as she outlined our workout routine for the evening. I heard hills and I heard running and my heart started racing. You see, my version of exercise does not consist of running unless I am being chased by something or someone. The idea of bated breaths and quick exertion in no way entices me. I am a neophyte to this form of exercise and had very little desire to be experienced in this particular craft. I could think of 1,000 excuses why I should not be doing this. My reality: I had to literally take this workout one stride at a time.
So I started. With high knees, one foot in front of the other and a slow yet regulated pace. My goal was simply to make it to the end. My calculated thoughts was even breathing and forward movement. A little bit of self-talk said, ‘You will make it there eventually. Just keep going!’” Before I knew it, I became winded and my heart started racing begging for there to be an immediate end in sight. I wanted it to be OVER! Read more