Ah, good conversation–there’s nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn’t any.
Edith Wharton (1862-1937) was an American author who became the first woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1921 for her novel, THE AGE OF INNOCENCE.
From Isaiah 49:1: “Listen to me, O coastlands; pay attention, you peoples from far away! The Lord called me before I was born; while I was in my mother’s womb He named me.”
Long before my birth
Father knew my name
Yes, creating me
No one shall be the same
Witnessing His grace
Father builds my trust
Day’s resolve strengthens
Righteousness now entrust
Providing for needs
Father’s light leads me
Mountains become roads
Future path, clear to see
Serving life’s purpose
Father never awed
My green pastures wait
Forever, child of God
Praising Savior Christ
My blessed salvation
New life now christened
Father’s creation
From Isaiah 49:13: “Sing for joy, O heavens, and exult, O earth; break forth, O mountains, into singing! For the Lord has comforted his people and will have compassion on his suffering ones.”
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So much of what our inner soul needs is affirmation of love’s positivity.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated February 15)
Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.
From 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a: “Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable; it keeps no record of wrongs; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.”
Maya Angelou (1928-2014) was an American author, poet, and civil rights activist. Her body of published work is found in autobiographies, essays, poems, and numerous credits in plays, movies, and television shows.
Winter’s quiet night
Appreciate each moment—
Stillness embraces
Calendar says “Spring”
Warm under snowy blanket—
Not ready quite yet
Wildflowers fill dreams
Winter’s snow melting away—
Spring’s colors peek out
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In the quiet stillness of a winter night, there is much to appreciate.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated February 14)
Each of us has a unique part to play in the healing of the world.
And no one will listen to us until we listen to ourselves.
Marianne Williamson (born 1950) is an American author who has written 14 books (at last count).
The right fielder just happens to be the newest boy in the neighborhood. His family makes their new home down on Lexington Drive, not far from a park with a baseball diamond.
A group of boys organize pick-up baseball games every morning during the summer at the park’s diamond. The right fielder shows up, eager to play, but he is the final player picked for one of the teams.
Few of the other boys put much faith in the smallish right fielder’s short stature. His glove is well-worn as the seasoned leather molds around his small hand, and his tattered jeans feature a gash at the knee which provides for some extra ventilation. He wears a faded cap with the Brooklyn Dodgers “B” logo still showing.
On most pick-up baseball teams, whoever plays right field is usually one of its weaker players with not much of a glove, little speed, and a dreadfully weak throwing arm. Willing to play right field serves as a consolation prize for being picked last.
The right fielder humbly accepts his position. He is hungry to play ball, and he just wants to fit in with the other boys.
He enjoys a decent game at the plate with a couple of solid hits. His teammates begin to take notice of his skills. The right fielder has yet to see a ball hit his way.
The score remains tied with two outs now in the bottom of the final inning. A runner stands in position to score from second base as he waits for a much needed hit to bring home the winning run.
With the crack of the bat, the runner is on a dead sprint to third base on his way to home plate. The ball has been hit like a shot into right field. The right fielder makes a quick jump on the sharp hit, fields the ball cleanly, and sets up his feet for a throw to the catcher.
The runner is rounding third base, and the field is buzzing with excitement. The catcher positions himself just in front of home plate as he prepares to receive the right fielder’s throw.
With a hop and a step, the right fielder uncorks a frozen rope of a throw. It carries low toward the waiting catcher. The runner looks to be a dead duck. The throw arrives at home plate well ahead of the runner.
The catcher flinches as the ball skips off of the turf in front of the plate. With a perfect bounce up, the ball arrives well ahead of the runner. Sadly, the catcher misjudges the throw, and it bounds over his glove into his body.
Runner safe! Game over!
With the game over, the rest of the boys discover they have a pretty darn good right fielder. They’ve never seen a throw quite like his.
Originally published August, 2020.
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Dust may cover a writer’s thoughts, but it only takes a gentle wind to uncover another waiting treasure.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated February 13)
There are no traffic jams on the extra mile.
Make today worth remembering.
Zig Ziglar (1926-2012) was an American author and motivational speaker. He inspired many with his wit, optimism, and Christian faith.
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