Love. A four letter word that battled the other four letter word...Hate.
Love took care of hate, destroyed the power of it.
Every time we choose love we are thanking God.
Every time we choose love we are piling up a mountain of profit that has a return rate never to be matched!
Love. A word that uses four letters.
Those four letters have the power to turn situations into memorable, life changing, exhilirating experiences never to be forgotten or underestimated.
Hate. A word that uses four letters.
Those four letters have the power to turn situations into miserable, life changing, exhausting experiences never to be forgotten or underestimated.
Hate is a harsh word but every time we choose not to love we choose to hate.
We are faced with situations daily. We are all faced with comments, looks, situations, how do we respond? Do we love or do we hate?
If we love we will be full of knowledge, full of gifts, full of profit, full of full with no failures on our record.
If we hate we will experience nothing, have nothing, know nothing, and be nothing.
A thirteenth chapter in a book in the Bible states and confirms that.
There is nothing that can be boomeranged our way that can not be handled by Love, nothing. Love endures ALL things, bears ALL things, hopes ALL things, believes ALL things. Accomplishments fail, disentigrate, dissolve, crumble without love. What you do, your college degree, your spiritual accomplishments will get you no where without love.
Love fuels, love propels, love wins ALL the time, love remains positive ALL the time, love rises above, above, above, every cultural standard of success. Love is uncontainable, love NEVER FAILS.
Do you want success?
Do you really want success?
Then for every situation that comes your way.........LOVE.
To endure, to believe, to hope, to bear ALL things because of love, that is true success.
So,instead of asking a person, "What do you do?" We should be asking, "How are you loving?"
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Ain't She Something!
Sarah Palin waits for the crowd to stop clapping. She begins and I am smitten. Though I am a woman I am often annoyed by a woman's voice from a podium, either too Tammy Fayish or too clip clopish. Sarah's put my criticism mode to rest, I am free to listen. I am free to be impressed.
Look at her, look at them, her children watching their mother give an historical address. Their mother is the closest to the presidency that any woman has ever been. She crosses the political lines and reaches into the woman's heart and says, "I understand, trust me." She reaches into your heart and makes you feel like a cup of tea and chat are in order.
Her speech is clear, direct, nononsense, compassionate, inspiring, and hopeful.
She let her chef go, what??? It makes me rethink my want for a chef.
I just need to buck up.
There is something that does frustrate me about her. Her juggling act, her amazing juggling act is more than I want to see. I'm always looking for rationalizations to explain my not so organized life, not going to find them around with Missy Sara. They were pulled right out from under my fanny as I listened to this sharp chick!
I'm hers! I want to do what needs to be done to get her elected. McCain is going to have to get use to this woman taking the thunder and the lighting, she's superwoman. I want to see this woman in the White House!
Look at her, look at them, her children watching their mother give an historical address. Their mother is the closest to the presidency that any woman has ever been. She crosses the political lines and reaches into the woman's heart and says, "I understand, trust me." She reaches into your heart and makes you feel like a cup of tea and chat are in order.
Her speech is clear, direct, nononsense, compassionate, inspiring, and hopeful.
She let her chef go, what??? It makes me rethink my want for a chef.
I just need to buck up.
There is something that does frustrate me about her. Her juggling act, her amazing juggling act is more than I want to see. I'm always looking for rationalizations to explain my not so organized life, not going to find them around with Missy Sara. They were pulled right out from under my fanny as I listened to this sharp chick!
I'm hers! I want to do what needs to be done to get her elected. McCain is going to have to get use to this woman taking the thunder and the lighting, she's superwoman. I want to see this woman in the White House!
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Missed The Mother of the Year Award Again!
Last Monday I travel to New England with my three younger children and a teenager in need of a ride. Tuesday I find myself with my father at his regular breakfast haunt. My husband calls and I roll my eyes. "Uh, Lynn, I'm, huh, having breakfast with my Dad... Can this wait?"
This husband of mine calls me all the time, we talk all the time, we see each other all the time and lest you think I mind this, I don't. It's just that when I am with someone else who I am rarely with then I'm frankly, bothered.
Lynn waits on the other end and begins, "Kathryn has been up since four in the morning with pain on her left side, it's probably not appendicitis. She says it is also near her bellybutton."
Everything stops. The breakfast table floats off, the people blur, the moment halts.
"Let me talk to her, Lynn."
"Kathryn, what hurts?"
I am a six hour car ride from home. My three younger children are clueless as to what is brewing at home, all they know is that soon they will be going to a football size island with their cousins facing a week of water fun. How am I going to face them with the news that their vacation is pending. How am I going to get to my daughter in pain with the lightning speed my insides are screaming for?
It takes me five seconds listening to Kathryn and I say to Lynn, "She needs to be seen by our pediatrician quick." The man moves into action and fully operates in his most fatherly maternal mode. He is known for this!
I call Kathryn's sister, Robyn, who is at West Chester University, forty minutes away, and she assures me that as soon as she knows where her dad and her sister will be landing she will be there. Chris our son is at Reading Area Community College for his first day of classes. But He prepares to kick into action.
I am six hours away from my daughter and my emotions are pulled. I want to just hop in the car but I am assured by Robyn that they can handle this.
We travel to the Island and get the children settled, my mom will keep them if I must travel home. My mind is lumbering down a hospital corridor with the sickest of sick. I am imagining the worst uttered from a doctor's mouth. Not Kathryn. I am wishing for it to be appendicitis. These are the unknown moments, anything is possible, the options are strewn randomly over the table.
So many families have a day in particular when all changes and nothing will be the same. Lynn keeps me updated with each step being followed. The ultrasound is not conclusive, not enough liquid or body fat to compress to reveal. (Another reason to put off the diet) She endures a CT scan that brings her to tears. Robyn is with her during this process providing the missing female/mom component .
Lynn calls, he's worried. He's beginning to wonder. Are they telling him everything. This could be it, the dreaded moment in time when everything swirls, the foundation shifts and the landscape is unfamiliar.
The day took longer than twenty-four hours, I'm sure. The cell phone rings for the millionth time and if it were human it would have been kissed a thousand times over and embraced. "Her appendicts was swollen, it needed to come out and the surgery went well."
Chris, Robyn, and her father were there for her recovery, I was not. Three little kids waiting for the news were relieved, of course for Kathryn but in their kidway, mainly because they didn't have to hop back in the car for six long hours.
Maybe I wasn't even one of the contenders for the Mother of the Year Award, but if I was, I missed it!
This husband of mine calls me all the time, we talk all the time, we see each other all the time and lest you think I mind this, I don't. It's just that when I am with someone else who I am rarely with then I'm frankly, bothered.
Lynn waits on the other end and begins, "Kathryn has been up since four in the morning with pain on her left side, it's probably not appendicitis. She says it is also near her bellybutton."
Everything stops. The breakfast table floats off, the people blur, the moment halts.
"Let me talk to her, Lynn."
"Kathryn, what hurts?"
I am a six hour car ride from home. My three younger children are clueless as to what is brewing at home, all they know is that soon they will be going to a football size island with their cousins facing a week of water fun. How am I going to face them with the news that their vacation is pending. How am I going to get to my daughter in pain with the lightning speed my insides are screaming for?
It takes me five seconds listening to Kathryn and I say to Lynn, "She needs to be seen by our pediatrician quick." The man moves into action and fully operates in his most fatherly maternal mode. He is known for this!
I call Kathryn's sister, Robyn, who is at West Chester University, forty minutes away, and she assures me that as soon as she knows where her dad and her sister will be landing she will be there. Chris our son is at Reading Area Community College for his first day of classes. But He prepares to kick into action.
I am six hours away from my daughter and my emotions are pulled. I want to just hop in the car but I am assured by Robyn that they can handle this.
We travel to the Island and get the children settled, my mom will keep them if I must travel home. My mind is lumbering down a hospital corridor with the sickest of sick. I am imagining the worst uttered from a doctor's mouth. Not Kathryn. I am wishing for it to be appendicitis. These are the unknown moments, anything is possible, the options are strewn randomly over the table.
So many families have a day in particular when all changes and nothing will be the same. Lynn keeps me updated with each step being followed. The ultrasound is not conclusive, not enough liquid or body fat to compress to reveal. (Another reason to put off the diet) She endures a CT scan that brings her to tears. Robyn is with her during this process providing the missing female/mom component .
Lynn calls, he's worried. He's beginning to wonder. Are they telling him everything. This could be it, the dreaded moment in time when everything swirls, the foundation shifts and the landscape is unfamiliar.
The day took longer than twenty-four hours, I'm sure. The cell phone rings for the millionth time and if it were human it would have been kissed a thousand times over and embraced. "Her appendicts was swollen, it needed to come out and the surgery went well."
Chris, Robyn, and her father were there for her recovery, I was not. Three little kids waiting for the news were relieved, of course for Kathryn but in their kidway, mainly because they didn't have to hop back in the car for six long hours.
Maybe I wasn't even one of the contenders for the Mother of the Year Award, but if I was, I missed it!
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