Lately, I've learned a few things about change. Change and I are becoming friendlier this morning. When big decisions, hard decisions come in life, it's easy to hide in the corner, crawl under the covers, or run away-as fast as the breeze will carry us. Facing life head on, going all out, and moving through change, looming in the uncertain distance, is a very powerful experience.
You can face change like a slug or you can face it like a ram, and I'd much rather approach life as a ram-even when I feel like the slug...lol... I've had some very, very difficult decisions to make lately, and these decisions include significant change. I've flowed with them-through the pain, through the tears, through the excitement and uncertainty of what may be ahead. I've been flowing through emotion after emotion, riding on the waves of a storm I don't understand. Yet, all of this has made the peace and rest I feel today a million times worth the while.
It's so comforting to know I have a peace that surpasses all understanding this morning. It came a little after 5:00 a.m. A little early, but I'll take it! This is one peace I can't explain, comprehend, nor make light of today. I am a very, very blessed woman.
I know who I am and look forward to what I will one day be. I don't have the answers. I don't know the plan. But one thing I do know is this: I trust the One who does, and that makes all the difference to me. I choose today to embrace change with peace and with joy. I choose to follow what is unseen vs. seen. I choose Hope over circumstance. And I choose to rest in the Arms of Love.
I'd rather face change singing than kicking and screaming. I'd rather be led, gently ("into this good night...") than be dragged. And as my father used to say, "it's a state of mind." A state of mind though I take no responsibility for arriving at today...and I can only pray I arrive at the same destination tomorrow, and tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that.
This Easter, whether you believe in Jesus or not, you can't deny the impact He had and still has in people's lives. It's good to know that in many people's perspectives that He's still alive and well-risen indeed.
At this time, I wish you a Happy Passover, Blessed Easter, and any other holiday I may be forgetting or don't really know is occurring at this time. Hey, Happy April to ya!
Today, I think about that song "Oh Happy Day," (in that silly Whoopie Goldberg movie awhile back-Nunsense or something?) and sing it joyfully, while I listen to a little Silver Sun Pickups. Yup, quite the combination...Thankfully, God meets me where I'm at, and loves me just the way I am. Today, for that, and a million other things, I am truly, truly grateful! Here's to the unseen-the best IS yet to come (it's a guarantee)!
Happy April to ya! Oh, Happy Day...
- Michelle -
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Little Hands that Moved my world today
I have a little guy who apparently knows how to instinctively love. I love that about children! I've gone around the house this morning, singing, being goofy, and just sharing my joy over a sunny day with him. He's going on his first family hike today! Right now, he's making sketches of the Guitar Hero characters he'll include in his "New Guitar Hero" game when he's "a grown up." I wouldn't be surprised if he actually does make video games, movies, whatever. He wants to be an actor, director, rocker, pastor, hockey player, Michael Phelps, a Jedi, in the Army...well, you know, the list goes on and on....Oh, he just brought me the first "guy," and his name is "Medlhed," (Metalhead). He looks like a robot. Now, here's Hoak (Hawk), and he is pretty cool too (only 508105 to buy him!). Too cute...Lil. B. really DOES rock!
Anyway, I'll get back to the point...My little guy isn't exactly what I would call Mr. Cuddles, but when he feels something inside, naturally, I just cherish those moments. This morning he was all over me, kisses, hugs, (real hugs, not just wimpy ones), wanting me to hold him, wanting to talk to me while I held him on my lap. He's almost 60 pounds, so my lap is getting tired these days...
He has no idea how badly I needed his little hands to let me know I'm still his mommy, and that he's still very much, and will always be, my baby. We measured this baby today-he's over half my size. He's huge for his age, and I looked at him in one of our tender moments and told him he'll one day be "much bigger than mommy." He laughed and said, "then I'll pick you up."
It's funny though, for today, he really did pick me up. He did something out of character, for him, and it made all the difference.
If you, yourself aren't a Mr. Cuddles either, please don't forget the power of human touch. If you feel the need to hug someone, to reach out, to just let them know you're there, then do it. We've made human contact such a disgusting, perverse thing in so many ways. For this, I am saddened. Many children, like my son, find it hard to touch others at times due to a disability. He has what the professional folks call "sensory issues." Today, I laugh at those folks, well, or maybe just ignore them. For today all barriers were removed, and with two little hands I felt beyond limitations. Perhaps that's the beautiful thing about reaching out; we go beyond ourselves, take a risk, a risk that sometimes feels unnatural, and thus we go beyond our limitations, whatever those may be.
Today, my little guy brought me beyond myself, beyond whatever circumstances or thoughts were in my mind, into a place of unconditional love. I know these days are limited, as my son is well, a boy. Soon, this boy will grow, and I won't be so approachable (in his mind). I think about that book, Love You Forever. My Mom gave it to me for my first Mother's Day. I didn't read it until our little guy was three. He found my tears fascinating as I read. He's learned time and time again, there are, indeed, happy tears. Happy tears are a whole other blog...
To rap this up, I can't help but reflect on some other hands, two little hands, (by comparison to the ones that hold the whole world in His Hands), that were nailed to a cross today, so many years ago. My little boy's love reminds me of another one, the Love that made me, and made our dear, sweet son, a little over six years ago. This other little boy's mommy once held him as I hold my own son. His mommy had dreams for him, too. Yet, his Daddy's dreams were bigger, and His heart couldn't contain itself, so He gave this Son for us. If I felt like I couldn't hold the love I have in for my little guy today, so I can't imagine how God felt on Good Friday, knowing what His Son would do to show the world His own Love.
Thankfully, in my Faith, Easter is just around the corner, and Christians and non-Christians alike know the story, it's the ending they disagree on. I believe human touch is a true extension of God's Love for us, and that every time we choose to go beyond ourselves, beyond our own comfort zones, we enter new territory, one that transcends it all. Using touch, as it was intended, is one of the most powerful forces on this planet. It connects us and moves us into new places, in our minds and in our hearts.
So, if you feel like sharing some Easter joy, and I believe the Presence of God Himself today, go out there and quite frankly, get over yourself; give someone your time, give someone a hug, or hold someone who's in pain today. Human touch was meant for good. I can't imagine how Jesus' mommy felt today when she saw those Roman soldiers whipping her grown man and then putting him to death in such an unspeakable way. But, I CAN imagine how she felt holding Him when he rose again and came to see her. I can imagine that embrace... I'll feel that embrace too one day, when I see my Lord, Brother, and Savior, in Heaven. On Earth though, I'll take His Heart through my own son today. Children are such precious, precious gifts...
Today, something inside me was resurrected. My little boy gave me a miracle this morning. Won't you do the same for someone else today, no matter what you personally believe.
Here's an Easter hug to everyone I know. I pray you'll know Love this weekend, whatever your Faith may be...
Off to hiking and enjoying some spring sun,
Michelle :)
Anyway, I'll get back to the point...My little guy isn't exactly what I would call Mr. Cuddles, but when he feels something inside, naturally, I just cherish those moments. This morning he was all over me, kisses, hugs, (real hugs, not just wimpy ones), wanting me to hold him, wanting to talk to me while I held him on my lap. He's almost 60 pounds, so my lap is getting tired these days...
He has no idea how badly I needed his little hands to let me know I'm still his mommy, and that he's still very much, and will always be, my baby. We measured this baby today-he's over half my size. He's huge for his age, and I looked at him in one of our tender moments and told him he'll one day be "much bigger than mommy." He laughed and said, "then I'll pick you up."
It's funny though, for today, he really did pick me up. He did something out of character, for him, and it made all the difference.
If you, yourself aren't a Mr. Cuddles either, please don't forget the power of human touch. If you feel the need to hug someone, to reach out, to just let them know you're there, then do it. We've made human contact such a disgusting, perverse thing in so many ways. For this, I am saddened. Many children, like my son, find it hard to touch others at times due to a disability. He has what the professional folks call "sensory issues." Today, I laugh at those folks, well, or maybe just ignore them. For today all barriers were removed, and with two little hands I felt beyond limitations. Perhaps that's the beautiful thing about reaching out; we go beyond ourselves, take a risk, a risk that sometimes feels unnatural, and thus we go beyond our limitations, whatever those may be.
Today, my little guy brought me beyond myself, beyond whatever circumstances or thoughts were in my mind, into a place of unconditional love. I know these days are limited, as my son is well, a boy. Soon, this boy will grow, and I won't be so approachable (in his mind). I think about that book, Love You Forever. My Mom gave it to me for my first Mother's Day. I didn't read it until our little guy was three. He found my tears fascinating as I read. He's learned time and time again, there are, indeed, happy tears. Happy tears are a whole other blog...
To rap this up, I can't help but reflect on some other hands, two little hands, (by comparison to the ones that hold the whole world in His Hands), that were nailed to a cross today, so many years ago. My little boy's love reminds me of another one, the Love that made me, and made our dear, sweet son, a little over six years ago. This other little boy's mommy once held him as I hold my own son. His mommy had dreams for him, too. Yet, his Daddy's dreams were bigger, and His heart couldn't contain itself, so He gave this Son for us. If I felt like I couldn't hold the love I have in for my little guy today, so I can't imagine how God felt on Good Friday, knowing what His Son would do to show the world His own Love.
Thankfully, in my Faith, Easter is just around the corner, and Christians and non-Christians alike know the story, it's the ending they disagree on. I believe human touch is a true extension of God's Love for us, and that every time we choose to go beyond ourselves, beyond our own comfort zones, we enter new territory, one that transcends it all. Using touch, as it was intended, is one of the most powerful forces on this planet. It connects us and moves us into new places, in our minds and in our hearts.
So, if you feel like sharing some Easter joy, and I believe the Presence of God Himself today, go out there and quite frankly, get over yourself; give someone your time, give someone a hug, or hold someone who's in pain today. Human touch was meant for good. I can't imagine how Jesus' mommy felt today when she saw those Roman soldiers whipping her grown man and then putting him to death in such an unspeakable way. But, I CAN imagine how she felt holding Him when he rose again and came to see her. I can imagine that embrace... I'll feel that embrace too one day, when I see my Lord, Brother, and Savior, in Heaven. On Earth though, I'll take His Heart through my own son today. Children are such precious, precious gifts...
Today, something inside me was resurrected. My little boy gave me a miracle this morning. Won't you do the same for someone else today, no matter what you personally believe.
Here's an Easter hug to everyone I know. I pray you'll know Love this weekend, whatever your Faith may be...
Off to hiking and enjoying some spring sun,
Michelle :)
The Heart of (that) (which) matter (s)
The spacing is off, but hey, it's facebook-much prettier on real paper...
Enjoy!!!
The Heart of (that) (which) matter (s)
As a sunset renders you motionless,
or a field of lavender intoxicates you,
be still,
be quiet,
be present.
Refresh your mind to the sacred plea.
Engage,
embrace,
delight,
be near.
There is no modesty here.
My love,
this is my gift to you,
perceive my heart,
possess it!
Receive the Longing
for which I created you.
I am the Heart of
(that) (which)
matter (s).
Copyright © 2009 by Rebecca Noelle Burroughs
Inspiration from: The Sacred Romance, by Brent Curtis and John Eldredge
Enjoy!!!
The Heart of (that) (which) matter (s)
As a sunset renders you motionless,
or a field of lavender intoxicates you,
be still,
be quiet,
be present.
Refresh your mind to the sacred plea.
Engage,
embrace,
delight,
be near.
There is no modesty here.
My love,
this is my gift to you,
perceive my heart,
possess it!
Receive the Longing
for which I created you.
I am the Heart of
(that) (which)
matter (s).
Copyright © 2009 by Rebecca Noelle Burroughs
Inspiration from: The Sacred Romance, by Brent Curtis and John Eldredge
"Life Means So Much"
I've been sick, I mean REALLY sick lately. God seems to like to get my attention and help me to slow down sometimes, and usually, I have lots of time when I am, well, sick. He doesn't cause me to be sick, but when He allows it, somehow I believe I learn things I just wouldn't otherwise...
Antibiotics don't work. Pain killers don't numb the pain. The symptoms and their manifestations are as unpredictable as the days themselves. In it all, I feel a little voice nudging me, a tiny whisper prodding me to make these days count. I read a GREAT book lately with the same theme, The Sacred Echo, and I truly believe had I jumped into the book when I received it (back in February) it wouldn't have been the "right" time to receive its message. Check it out: The Sacred Echo by Margaret Feinberg (Zondervan).
Anyway, how often are you stuck home, in the quiet (because noise hurts my ears and my splitting head), able to just, well, BE?
I'm been, well, BE-ING these past few weeks. I have a sinus infection that doesn't seem to want to leave, great MDs working with me, and God (as my ultimate Physician) to eventually release me from this time. Imagine telling people you have a sinus infection that just won't quit, and that the pain you deal with keeps you unable to sometimes even get up and walk around, or read, or eat (because I"m sick to my stomach often with all this).
A CT scan revealed it is well, "just stuck" up and in there. This is my case. This is why I'm seeing a specialist today. This is why I've sought treatment, drugs, natural therapy, supplements, medical massage, aromatherapy, and some good ol' fashioned laying on of hands and waiting on the Lord. It's all good. God has His time and His way, and I've truthfully never been happier or at peace. I do get a bit cranky (ask my husband), but at least I try my best and leave God with the rest. When someone asks me how I feel I say "crappy but happy." It's not the best, most sophisticated response, but hey, it's my own...
It's been an interesting mix, and I do believe I have the FAITH to be well. It's just a matter of time now, and in this time someone offered me some sage wisdom, "settle down," and "listen."
It's amazing what you will hear when you HAVE to take the time to listen.
The song I'm sharing today is one I've been listening to throughout this time. And today, I learned of someone else, someone who lost her life, tragically and suddenly. Again, it caused me to pause. I met her, one warm night, while visiting another friend, in Atlanta, Georgia. I was there "by chance" at a women's conference. I truly believe NOTHING is "by chance."
I am devastated to think I will never "hang out" with her again; however, I can't imagine how her friends, her family members, and my own, dear friend, E. are all feeling. So, although I may be in pain. I may look foolish for being stuck at home due to dizziness, pain to the point of not being able to focus or some days open my eyes, etc. I HAVE today. Personally, I have today and every single moment in it, whatever those moments may be.
I have a LIFE to embrace today. My husband and friends, should they choose, could even come over and see me, feel me, touch me, and laugh with me. We'll laugh at these days when Michelle was "always sick," when I am well and embracing my life head-on, full-force, the way I like to do things, again. Those days are coming and all of this will be restored. It's true. But, perhaps, just perhaps, I'll slow down a little more, and ake time a little more. Maybe I'll "Relax," as my good friend and Pastor is always telling me to do. Perhaps I'll remember I am loved for "who I AM," as my husband tells me, not "what I DO." That's the way God loves us you know...
Death, especially when it comes suddenly makes everything and everyone come to an abrupt "HALT!" It's sad, but nice that we have these pauses, to reflect on our own lives, and all that we really do have, ALL we REALLY do HAVE...
I have it ALL today, and though I'm grateful for some answers and a treatment plan, as opposed to just obtaining relief when I can, I REALLY DO HAVE EVERYTHING today. Today, I HAVE EVERYTHING!!!
"Life means so much, life means so much." Take time to slow down and appreciate something tiny today, for it could make a HUGE difference-even if only to your prized perspective...
Do you have what you NEED today?
I do. And I'm glad I realize that. No matter HOW I feel...
Here's to perspective!
Here's to life!
God bless Becky Miller.
God bless her family, today!
May I see you again in Heaven and "hang out again" with you!
In the meantime, here's to healing, here's to life, here's to making the little things count.
"Teach us to count the days..."
L'Chaim!
I leave you with...
"Life Means so Much" by Chris Rice
Everyday is a journal page
Every man holds a quill and ink
And there's plenty of room for writing in
All we do and believe and think
So will you compose a curse
Or will today bring the blessings
Fill the page with rhyming verse
Or some random sketchings
Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
Somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much
Life means so much
Life means so much
Everyday is a bank account
And time is our currency
So no one's rich, nobody's poor
We get twenty-four hours each
So how are you gonna spend
Will you invest or squander
Try to get ahead
Or help someone who's under
Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
Somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much
Life means so much
Life means so much
Has anybody lived who knew the value of a life?
And don't you think giving his own
Would prove the worth of yours and mine?
Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
Somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much
Life means so much
Life means so much
Antibiotics don't work. Pain killers don't numb the pain. The symptoms and their manifestations are as unpredictable as the days themselves. In it all, I feel a little voice nudging me, a tiny whisper prodding me to make these days count. I read a GREAT book lately with the same theme, The Sacred Echo, and I truly believe had I jumped into the book when I received it (back in February) it wouldn't have been the "right" time to receive its message. Check it out: The Sacred Echo by Margaret Feinberg (Zondervan).
Anyway, how often are you stuck home, in the quiet (because noise hurts my ears and my splitting head), able to just, well, BE?
I'm been, well, BE-ING these past few weeks. I have a sinus infection that doesn't seem to want to leave, great MDs working with me, and God (as my ultimate Physician) to eventually release me from this time. Imagine telling people you have a sinus infection that just won't quit, and that the pain you deal with keeps you unable to sometimes even get up and walk around, or read, or eat (because I"m sick to my stomach often with all this).
A CT scan revealed it is well, "just stuck" up and in there. This is my case. This is why I'm seeing a specialist today. This is why I've sought treatment, drugs, natural therapy, supplements, medical massage, aromatherapy, and some good ol' fashioned laying on of hands and waiting on the Lord. It's all good. God has His time and His way, and I've truthfully never been happier or at peace. I do get a bit cranky (ask my husband), but at least I try my best and leave God with the rest. When someone asks me how I feel I say "crappy but happy." It's not the best, most sophisticated response, but hey, it's my own...
It's been an interesting mix, and I do believe I have the FAITH to be well. It's just a matter of time now, and in this time someone offered me some sage wisdom, "settle down," and "listen."
It's amazing what you will hear when you HAVE to take the time to listen.
The song I'm sharing today is one I've been listening to throughout this time. And today, I learned of someone else, someone who lost her life, tragically and suddenly. Again, it caused me to pause. I met her, one warm night, while visiting another friend, in Atlanta, Georgia. I was there "by chance" at a women's conference. I truly believe NOTHING is "by chance."
I am devastated to think I will never "hang out" with her again; however, I can't imagine how her friends, her family members, and my own, dear friend, E. are all feeling. So, although I may be in pain. I may look foolish for being stuck at home due to dizziness, pain to the point of not being able to focus or some days open my eyes, etc. I HAVE today. Personally, I have today and every single moment in it, whatever those moments may be.
I have a LIFE to embrace today. My husband and friends, should they choose, could even come over and see me, feel me, touch me, and laugh with me. We'll laugh at these days when Michelle was "always sick," when I am well and embracing my life head-on, full-force, the way I like to do things, again. Those days are coming and all of this will be restored. It's true. But, perhaps, just perhaps, I'll slow down a little more, and ake time a little more. Maybe I'll "Relax," as my good friend and Pastor is always telling me to do. Perhaps I'll remember I am loved for "who I AM," as my husband tells me, not "what I DO." That's the way God loves us you know...
Death, especially when it comes suddenly makes everything and everyone come to an abrupt "HALT!" It's sad, but nice that we have these pauses, to reflect on our own lives, and all that we really do have, ALL we REALLY do HAVE...
I have it ALL today, and though I'm grateful for some answers and a treatment plan, as opposed to just obtaining relief when I can, I REALLY DO HAVE EVERYTHING today. Today, I HAVE EVERYTHING!!!
"Life means so much, life means so much." Take time to slow down and appreciate something tiny today, for it could make a HUGE difference-even if only to your prized perspective...
Do you have what you NEED today?
I do. And I'm glad I realize that. No matter HOW I feel...
Here's to perspective!
Here's to life!
God bless Becky Miller.
God bless her family, today!
May I see you again in Heaven and "hang out again" with you!
In the meantime, here's to healing, here's to life, here's to making the little things count.
"Teach us to count the days..."
L'Chaim!
I leave you with...
"Life Means so Much" by Chris Rice
Everyday is a journal page
Every man holds a quill and ink
And there's plenty of room for writing in
All we do and believe and think
So will you compose a curse
Or will today bring the blessings
Fill the page with rhyming verse
Or some random sketchings
Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
Somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much
Life means so much
Life means so much
Everyday is a bank account
And time is our currency
So no one's rich, nobody's poor
We get twenty-four hours each
So how are you gonna spend
Will you invest or squander
Try to get ahead
Or help someone who's under
Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
Somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much
Life means so much
Life means so much
Has anybody lived who knew the value of a life?
And don't you think giving his own
Would prove the worth of yours and mine?
Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
Somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much
Life means so much
Life means so much
A Day I'll Never Forget-Good Night Moon for Homework
The other day our son came home with one of those "required reading books" they have for kindergarten students. Kindergarten students! I know! I really don't think I was reading in Kindergarten, but wow, we "grow 'em smart" around here or maybe our kids actually ARE smarter than we were! Lol...
We're thrilled, for our son shares our passion for reading and words in general. He has an AWESOME vocabulary! He sits in his room writing song lyrics-JUST for FUN!
The apple really didn't fall far from the tree in our case, at our house anyway. Our little guy is a reader! I love it! Well, the other day, he stopped my husband and I in our tracks (wow, another cliche-I'm on a roll this morning...and yet another...). Hey, this is a "blog" whatta ya want, eh? Lol...
Well, anywho, when Lil. B. pulled out "Goodnight Moon" it was on, and over, and well, wow...
Our BABY, our six-year-old, all "growin' up," read "Goodnight Moon" to his father! To tell you the truth, I couldn't handle it, and didn't...I would have BALLED! But I did and still do cherish the look on my husband's face when our kiddo pulled that title out of the ol' Star Wars Clone Wars bookbag. Man, oh, man...Too much to bear...
My baby boy read "Goodnight Moon"...to his handsome, sweet, Daddy.
My kid used to EAT this book. Seriously, teeth marks prove it...
Where does the time go? When will we be reading the same title to a new one? (We're trying for another one...).
How did the time between "Moon, Moon, Moon" (L. Berkner and Friends and Raymond's first "song" that he ever sang), "Goodnight Moon" (with Mom and Dad), and a required reading Kindergarten book ever pass THIS QUICKLY!???
Being a parent is a privilege and bitter, bitter, BITTERsweet...
Enjoy your own little songs, your own little guy or gal, and your own "Goodnight Moon" story. We all have one...Why not think about yours and even share it with folks today? We're not all that different from each other ya know...
Embrace these times, for you truly "never get 'em back."
Happy Day! And tonight, "Good Night Moon" to you too!
Blessings,
The Burroughs Bunch,
all "growin' up" and all that good stuff...
We're thrilled, for our son shares our passion for reading and words in general. He has an AWESOME vocabulary! He sits in his room writing song lyrics-JUST for FUN!
The apple really didn't fall far from the tree in our case, at our house anyway. Our little guy is a reader! I love it! Well, the other day, he stopped my husband and I in our tracks (wow, another cliche-I'm on a roll this morning...and yet another...). Hey, this is a "blog" whatta ya want, eh? Lol...
Well, anywho, when Lil. B. pulled out "Goodnight Moon" it was on, and over, and well, wow...
Our BABY, our six-year-old, all "growin' up," read "Goodnight Moon" to his father! To tell you the truth, I couldn't handle it, and didn't...I would have BALLED! But I did and still do cherish the look on my husband's face when our kiddo pulled that title out of the ol' Star Wars Clone Wars bookbag. Man, oh, man...Too much to bear...
My baby boy read "Goodnight Moon"...to his handsome, sweet, Daddy.
My kid used to EAT this book. Seriously, teeth marks prove it...
Where does the time go? When will we be reading the same title to a new one? (We're trying for another one...).
How did the time between "Moon, Moon, Moon" (L. Berkner and Friends and Raymond's first "song" that he ever sang), "Goodnight Moon" (with Mom and Dad), and a required reading Kindergarten book ever pass THIS QUICKLY!???
Being a parent is a privilege and bitter, bitter, BITTERsweet...
Enjoy your own little songs, your own little guy or gal, and your own "Goodnight Moon" story. We all have one...Why not think about yours and even share it with folks today? We're not all that different from each other ya know...
Embrace these times, for you truly "never get 'em back."
Happy Day! And tonight, "Good Night Moon" to you too!
Blessings,
The Burroughs Bunch,
all "growin' up" and all that good stuff...
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I'm reading another great book. "Reposition Yourself" by T.D. Jakes
It always amazes me that whenever I'm studying something in my life that there's always a theme song to go along with what I'm thinking.
Thanks to my husband, and I believe an old HBO add (of all things, lol...) I've got a lot on my mind to inspire me. "Reposition Yourself" and "Typical" by Mute Math, to me, and in my latest story, go hand-in-hand.
So, my question today, to myself, and to each of us is this: "Why be typical when you were created for the extraordinary?"
I'm sick of "typical" and I want more. So, I'm taking some wise advice. I'm relentless. I'm full of faith. And I have a lot of Fervor (spunk, initiative, get-go, emotion to set into motion). It's time to get off my rear, get in gear, and make it happen. Is it up to me? Well..., yes, AND no. I do my part and God does His. But I'm in Good Hands (and no Allstate about that...).
Here's my theme song for today. I want No MORE "typical."
"Rain down" and "do not shut the Heavens" of favor upon all I dream and all I wish to do is my current prayer. I have perfectly good intentions and I want the best for myself and my family. Who doesn't, right?
If success is a "state of mind" then I'm in a good frame of success today.
Get out there, embrace the present, make the little things count, but don't settle for anything less than you deserve. And you, my friends, deserve the BEST! So, go get it today! Close the complaint trap and open your ears to all you really have. We each have amazing things to receive and be thankful for today, no matter how we're feeling.
Today, I'm thankful I'm up and not as dizzy as I have been. Today, lots of Advil is covering my headache and sinus pain. Today, I get to go to work for a few hours. Today, I get answers from my Doctor at 1 p.m. Today, I have a husband and son and dear, dear friends who love me. Today, I have the bright sunshine and a new garden from Mothers' Day. Today, I have a God who promises an inheritance of blessing! It's a GOOD day! So I will walk, "rejoice," and "be glad in it."
Love, peace, and joy to you today too!
Don't live the "typical;" live the extraordinary today! Whatever it may be, do it with excellence, do it with Faith, do it with Fervor, and do it to fully embrace your day!
I leave you with: I am NO longer "Typical" (It's an attitude not a destination!)
"Typical" Mute Math
Come on, can't I dream for one day
There's nothing that can't be done
But how long should it take somebody
Before they can be someone
Cause I know there's got to be another level
Somewhere closer to the other side
And I'm feeling like it's now or never
Can I break the spell of the typical, the typical
I've lived through my share of misfortune
And I've worked in the blazing sun
But how long should it take somebody
Before they can be someone
Cause I know there's got to be another level
Somewhere closer to the other side
And I'm feeling like it's now or never
Can I break the spell of the typical, the typical, the typical
I'm the typical
I'm the typical
Can I break the spell of the typical
Because it's dragging me down
I'd like to know about when
When does it all turn around
I'm just the typical
I'm just the typical
Yeah I know there's got to be another level
Somewhere closer to the other side
And I'm feeling like it's now or never
Can I break the spell of the typical
The typical, the typical, uh huh
Of the typical
Break the spell (of the typical)
Break the spell (of the typical)
Can I break the spell of the typical, of the typical
I'm just the typical
I'm just the typical
I'm just the typical
I'm just the typical
Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/mute_math/typical.html
It always amazes me that whenever I'm studying something in my life that there's always a theme song to go along with what I'm thinking.
Thanks to my husband, and I believe an old HBO add (of all things, lol...) I've got a lot on my mind to inspire me. "Reposition Yourself" and "Typical" by Mute Math, to me, and in my latest story, go hand-in-hand.
So, my question today, to myself, and to each of us is this: "Why be typical when you were created for the extraordinary?"
I'm sick of "typical" and I want more. So, I'm taking some wise advice. I'm relentless. I'm full of faith. And I have a lot of Fervor (spunk, initiative, get-go, emotion to set into motion). It's time to get off my rear, get in gear, and make it happen. Is it up to me? Well..., yes, AND no. I do my part and God does His. But I'm in Good Hands (and no Allstate about that...).
Here's my theme song for today. I want No MORE "typical."
"Rain down" and "do not shut the Heavens" of favor upon all I dream and all I wish to do is my current prayer. I have perfectly good intentions and I want the best for myself and my family. Who doesn't, right?
If success is a "state of mind" then I'm in a good frame of success today.
Get out there, embrace the present, make the little things count, but don't settle for anything less than you deserve. And you, my friends, deserve the BEST! So, go get it today! Close the complaint trap and open your ears to all you really have. We each have amazing things to receive and be thankful for today, no matter how we're feeling.
Today, I'm thankful I'm up and not as dizzy as I have been. Today, lots of Advil is covering my headache and sinus pain. Today, I get to go to work for a few hours. Today, I get answers from my Doctor at 1 p.m. Today, I have a husband and son and dear, dear friends who love me. Today, I have the bright sunshine and a new garden from Mothers' Day. Today, I have a God who promises an inheritance of blessing! It's a GOOD day! So I will walk, "rejoice," and "be glad in it."
Love, peace, and joy to you today too!
Don't live the "typical;" live the extraordinary today! Whatever it may be, do it with excellence, do it with Faith, do it with Fervor, and do it to fully embrace your day!
I leave you with: I am NO longer "Typical" (It's an attitude not a destination!)
"Typical" Mute Math
Come on, can't I dream for one day
There's nothing that can't be done
But how long should it take somebody
Before they can be someone
Cause I know there's got to be another level
Somewhere closer to the other side
And I'm feeling like it's now or never
Can I break the spell of the typical, the typical
I've lived through my share of misfortune
And I've worked in the blazing sun
But how long should it take somebody
Before they can be someone
Cause I know there's got to be another level
Somewhere closer to the other side
And I'm feeling like it's now or never
Can I break the spell of the typical, the typical, the typical
I'm the typical
I'm the typical
Can I break the spell of the typical
Because it's dragging me down
I'd like to know about when
When does it all turn around
I'm just the typical
I'm just the typical
Yeah I know there's got to be another level
Somewhere closer to the other side
And I'm feeling like it's now or never
Can I break the spell of the typical
The typical, the typical, uh huh
Of the typical
Break the spell (of the typical)
Break the spell (of the typical)
Can I break the spell of the typical, of the typical
I'm just the typical
I'm just the typical
I'm just the typical
I'm just the typical
Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/mute_math/typical.html
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