You can reconnect and rebuild intimacy with a loved one or family member if you focus on the values you share in common. For some this may be shared investments, for others, shared housing, and for many others, it will be about your common spiritual background.
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Saturday, December 28, 2013
You can reconnect and rebuild intimacy
Thursday, December 26, 2013
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Sunday, December 15, 2013
We aren't...
We aren't what we ought to be. We aren't what we're going to be. We aren't what we want to be. But, thank God, we aren't what we were.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Touching Christmas Story
I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kinda wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys. And wondered if the grandkids would even play with them.
I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for. I watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, "Are you sure I don't have enough money" She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't have enough money for it. The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle. The boy continued to hold the doll.
After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would
bring it." I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said "No, Santa can't go where my sister is...I have to give the doll to my Momma to take to her". I asked him where his sister was.
He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said "She has gone to be with Jesus". My Daddy says that Momma is going to have to go be with her. My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said, "I told my Daddy to tell Momma not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store". Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he'd had taken at the front of the store. He said "I want my Momma to take this with her so she don't ever forget me." "I love my Momma so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me". "But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister."
I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handfull of bills. I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?" He grew excited and said "Yes, I just know it has to be enough". So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it.
Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, "Thank you Jesus for giving me enough money." Then the boy said "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Momma can take it with her to give to my sister." "And he heard my prayer". "I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Momma a white rose, but I didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Momma." "She loves white roses so very very much".
In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on rather to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.
Two days later I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was. And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store.
I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming. And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces. "We make a living by what we get; We make a life by what we give."
Group Tidy and Potluck
If you are feeling a little stir-crazy today, get your loved ones together and head out to the home of someone who is a little less fortunate. Call it a "group tidy and potluck". Everyone comes with tools, food and experience and works together to do some fixing and cleaning.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
HOME & INTERIORS
Frequently Asked Questions
How old are you? I’m 19.
Where are you from? I live in Melbourne, Australia.
Are you an interior designer? No I’m not, but I will be studying interior design in 2014.
Do you want to be an interior designer/architect? It is certainly something I am interested in, but I am not sure.
What made you make this blog? I spent lots of time looking at images of houses etc online and thought I would put some use to it.
How long have you had this blog? I made it in May 2011
How many followers do you have? Right now I have around 90,000 followers
What is your dream home? Something that is old and has history, but has been completely transformed on the inside, so that when you see it from the outside you expect some old run down thing inside and then when you go inside you get a pleasant surprise
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
You are my friend when...
You are my friend when you can guard my failure, challenge my thought and celebrate my success.
Friday, July 12, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Does Anyone Know How To Be An American?
As I was watching the start of the Honduras vs USA in soccer, I noticed something interesting. As they played the Honduras National Anthem, each player had his hand on his heart. Most of you will think "ya, so what..." well, this is not the interesting part. As their Anthem played and the camera panned down the line of teammates each Honduras player was singing word for word in sink, while intent on looking at their nation's flag. You still may think "ya, so what..." When it came time for the "Star Spangled Banner" each USA player had their hand on their heart, but not one of them were looking at Old Glory, I saw two as they panned down the line singing, randomly, not word for word, just hit and miss.
Now I bring this up because, I changed to the start of the NBA Finals. What did I see? Sadly the same thing, but even worse. Very highly paid athletes, no hands on their heart, eyes wondering all over. Like children, clueless to the young lady singing her heart out as they stand their oblivious to her, the National Anthem, and our Nations flag.
Is this what our country has come to? Do we not even think about the people that founded this country? Are we all so self absorbed in ourselves that we can't stop and think for a few minutes about what the words of the Star Spangled Banner even mean or represent? How many of us even know the other three verses? Does it take a tragedy like 9/11 for us to wake up and honor our country like we already should be?
As I sat there listening to this young lady sing this beautiful Anthem and she gets to this part... "O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?"
My wife asks me what's wrong. My reply was, this part of the Anthem especially gets to me.... "LAND OF THE FREE AND HOME OF THE BRAVE"
Who made us free? It's obvious, in the beginning of our country... Our founding fathers did... They fought for their freedom and ours before we were even here. Now, men and women do it for us.
So, why can't we stand with our hand over our heart intently gazing upon OLD GLORY and sing the STAR SPANGLED BANNER for a few minutes and show some pride and respect for this great country that we live in? Is that really to much to ask of anyone, especially athletes that are held in such high esteem? When they represent the USA in the Olympics, I expect them to show their pride by standing tall hand over their heart and singing the National Anthem.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!
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