I realize that a life without any enemies whatsoever is a bit unrealistic. But a life where you decide to try to not hold grudges or create enemies – that’s not unrealistic. That’s goal-worthy.
If all of us choose to raise our kids without any morals and discipline, just because we have that right, then in just a few generations we will have grunting, rooting-in-the-mud pig leaders of our families and our good ol’ USA.
Something else you need to know. God didn’t have to forgive; He chooses to forgive. But He put this strict requirement on His forgiveness – you have to ask.
You think that bold firefighters hold no fear in their bones when they rush into a red-hot cauldron of fire that was once a high-rise building? That police officers have no fear inside as they run toward an active crime scene? That parents don’t spend some sleep-deprived nights, dreading the marching onslaught of the notorious "teen years?"
Trust and closeness in our neighborhoods, where we each care about the welfare of others on our street, is just about down the drain. How do we begin to turn this around?
Way too often are you finding yourself lying awake instead of getting your beauty sleep? As many know firsthand, that is an extremely common problem for a lot of people. I won’t bother boring you with the national statistics of this plague, you won’t be interested or impressed.
You are aging, every second you are alive, that is an inescapable fact. And right along with that joyous and party-mood-making pronouncement is another fact. Multiple years of aging most always brings on a certain amount of physical pain.
Folks, just write it on the wall: The sooner that players, either on the basketball floor or in Life, learn that it’s a lot more fun to play within the rules, the better their experience. But try teaching that truth to an energetic teen moron.
He never forces us to agree with His ways. He allows us to get depressed, and to even get angry and rebellious with Him. And all the while, He continues trying to do what only He can do…shaping us into His image.
You are a caregiver. That very much overstressed, overworked and underappreciated person who along with probably many others, holds the anonymous title of WORLD’S MOST PATIENT PERSON.
Recently sidelined, I know how a hobbled old milk cow looks at life, or what a horse tethered to the fence feels. Imprisoned, caged, confined. Stuck in one place with absolutely no say in the matter. And it is not fun.
Bright, bendable headlights. Now THAT’S something for my next Christmas list. But until some inventor comes up with those, I have to do the same as everyone else.
