Thought of the Day— The only time two negatives equal a positive is in math; not so much when it comes to the attitude. You cannot speak life and encouragement to another and at the same time, constantly be the self-proclaimed messenger of doom and gloom; it doesn’t work that way…
Thought of the Day—Sometimes, you may feel all alone and emotionally isolated from others, with your total self-worth hovering around zero on your positive self-image thermometer. But don’t go there…don’t believe the lie. For you are a hidden treasure, a candle in the dark—attracting others to the warmth of your being, God’s prized possession. Never let anyone convince you otherwise…
Thought of the Day—You can’t bring your hate through those beautiful pearly gates…but then again, why would you want to? Isn’t it time to put that misplaced animosity into the hands of Jesus?
Thought of the Day—Sometimes when life becomes too much and we concentrate on our daily struggles to the point of skewing reality, we need to just take a step back from the cold, dark room of despair, turn around and peer out life’s window for a while; to take a long, hard look at life all around us so we can once again gain a proper perspective and a new appreciation for our own life and the possibilities that God has laid before us…
Thought of the Day—It is much easier to be open and honest with others if you are first, open and honest with yourself and God…
Thought of the Day—Before you begin to grumble under your breath about another Monday and begrudgingly trudge off into the day, you may want to first stop and thank God for maintaining strength in your limbs, providing breath for your lungs and continuing that rhythmic beat in your chest. Another day nor even your next breath is promised to you; embrace this day as if it’s the greatest treasure you have ever been given…
Thought of the Day—Be that beacon of light to someone’s darkest night…
Thought of the Day—The foolishness of youth is that they can’t fully realize nor appreciate their untapped potential and physical stamina to make that potential a reality. The curse of maturity is that we see that same full potential in the next generation and attempt to communicate such potential to the youth of today from our own experiences but unfortunately it falls on deaf ears due to our own maturity and their own lack thereof…
Feeling down? Look up and praise the One who created that spark of life that became YOU! For “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” (James 1:17 NLT)
A few days ago, I was going through some old pictures when I ran upon a photo with my brother Tom and sister, Jennifer that literally snatched me out of the present and pulled me into a part of the past I didn’t necessarily want to go…
Some time ago, our family lived in a small clapboard house in the rural setting of Robbins Road, which was outside the city limits of Nelsonville, Ohio. I was the youngest of six and we lived in this quaint cottage (OK, so it was a shack) until I was eight, so I don’t have an abundance of memories instilled in my mind concerning this place. However, I kept having a recurring dream/nightmare of hurrying along the path between the back porch and our detached “facilities”, commonly called an outhouse. Something was lumbering along behind me and I was running as fast as I could to reach the back porch and the door that led to safety. I desperately tried to open the kitchen door, but it was locked as the monster or whatever it was crept ever so closer. I never looked back as the fiend reached me but, I would wake up in a cold sweat, never knowing what the predator was or what it looked like.
Fast forward more than a few decades. I had some time ago stopped having this particular dream as I grew up and life moved on. My family gathered at our parent’s home for some event and the siblings were all gathered around sharing memories. Someone mentioned this dream they used to have that sounded remarkably similar to my own. The room grew quiet as one after another sibling chimed in that they had also had the very same dream. We were all amazed and at the same time, taken aback as the realization hit all of us; for there was an eighteen and a half year span from the oldest to the youngest sibling.
To this day, my youngest sister can’t sleep at night unless all of her limbs are unexposed and secured under the blankets of safety, still cautious of whatever lurks beyond. Call it coincidental, perhaps a subliminal memory gone awry, but each of us knows what we remember and it is still an unsettling source of an unsolved mystery.
lifesimplyspoken 