Scattered.
The pieces of my heart and mind can become lost in a whirlwind of confusion this time of year.
Tag: meaning
And how to make the days ahead the most meaningful ever
Delores had always been a vibrant, passionate woman. She had been active in her church, taught Bible studies for more years than she could remember, and routinely invested herself in the lives of the women she taught.
Sitting with her, her eyes welled up with tears. She seemed lost.
We’ve all experienced tragedies beyond our control that seemingly come from nowhere. They devastate us, they rock us to the core, they leave us feeling too overwhelmed and disoriented to muster the courage to get up and face this big, chaotic world for another day. Sometimes it seems it would be easier just to stay in bed and pull the covers up high so we can pretend that nothing at all has happened. Perhaps this was just a bad dream after all.
I’ve always been intentional with my time. It’s one of the most important tools I have. It impacts nearly everything I do. Well, almost everything.
Like many others, time is always something of which I never seem to have enough. Too many distractions and too many demands make it difficult to accomplish the goals I have set.
A wise friend once told me, “Lisa, don’t listen to what a person says, watch what they do; what they do will tell you everything about what they believe.”
Do you ever find yourself bored, unsettled, restless? Have you ever struggled to find meaning in your life?
Culture tells us if we have the right education, the right house, the right spouse and kids, even the right toys, then we will have everything we could ever ask for in life. The problem is, all the things in the world were not meant to fill us, fix us, or provide the meaning for which our souls long. We were designed for so much more.
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
_Henry Ward Beecher
The fact that we had made it meant so much.
Our first Thanksgiving together was a miracle of sorts. This fragile, blended family had endured so much in such a short amount of time, many could have fairly reckoned we might not make it.
I blink and it is Easter. I blink again and it is fall.
Time passes so quickly, quicker by the year perhaps. What happened to the time? Where did it disappear?
PEACE FOR A LIFETIME
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