Happy Monday evening to each of you, I pray your Monday has been a good one and that the dreaded Monday beast did not attack...if it did, look for the silver lining, no matter what went wrong today you have made it through and soon March 26th 2012 will be gone forever and a new day will shine upon you.
In prayer this evening I bowed my head thanking you, Father in heaven, for all that You do for me, even the bad that is hanging over my head and weighing my shoulders down is not as heavy with YOU on my side, I am thankful for each of you who come daily to share in this blog with me, I ask you Father to touch at least one heart each day and I pray that I am. I asked YOU to continue to bless each person with your strength, your calm, your comfort, your peace and unconditional love. I prayed that YOU continue to allow us to see answered prayers, such wonderful validation that our prayers are heard and that the seemingly impossible is brought to possible. We love you Father. I ask an abundance of blessings for all in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
There is a song by Leann Womak, "I hope you dance" it reminds me of a very dear friend who went to live in heaven much to early in her life. I saw the title to this story and instantly though of her, she was vibrant and I know she dances each and every day up there. Steph, this is for you, I think I will grab some oreos to share with you, sit here and listen to this song and envision that beautiful smile you always wore. I love and miss you my sweet friend!
I Hope You Dance . . .
This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend.
* The last line says it all. *
Dear Bertha,
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now
I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was.
I'm guessing; I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.
Take a few minutes to share this with a few people you care about, just to let them know that you're thinking of them.
"People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there."
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.
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