Grace is a divine energy or spiritual intelligence that comes from a divine source. Some people call it 'God,' 'Jesus,' 'spirit,' 'the universe,' 'a higher power'—whatever it is, wherever you are in your path, that's your prerogative in terms of what you call it. This beautiful energy is available to each and every one of us, regardless of whether you believe it or not, as well.
Once you learn to become more graceful, you will see this divine intelligence working in your life.
Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 03, 2014
What Your 5 Senses Can Teach You About Mindfulness
Being in the moment is about getting out of our heads and into our bodies. Your body does not live in the past or the future; it is in the here and now. So how do we connect our bodies through this grounding sensuality? By delighting our senses!
Here are a few ideas to help you tune into your five senses as a form of mindfulness:
1. Taste
Whenever you are eating or drinking, really focus on the taste of item. Is it bitter or sweet? Salty or spicy? Being mindful when you are eating is so important, and will help you to slow down and aid your digestion.
2. Sight
Electronic gadgets keep us out of the present moment and unaware of what's happening outside of the screen. Try leaving your phone at home and take a walk. So many of us walk with our heads down, buried in our thoughts, without even realizing it. Look up to the beautiful horizon and to the people you pass on the street. Notice how the shadows dance in the sun.
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Here are a few ideas to help you tune into your five senses as a form of mindfulness:
1. Taste
Whenever you are eating or drinking, really focus on the taste of item. Is it bitter or sweet? Salty or spicy? Being mindful when you are eating is so important, and will help you to slow down and aid your digestion.
2. Sight
Electronic gadgets keep us out of the present moment and unaware of what's happening outside of the screen. Try leaving your phone at home and take a walk. So many of us walk with our heads down, buried in our thoughts, without even realizing it. Look up to the beautiful horizon and to the people you pass on the street. Notice how the shadows dance in the sun.
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Thursday, November 27, 2014
A Personal Thanksgiving Story
My family from Nebraska, came to visit me here in Oak Park, which is right outside Chicago. My sister, her husband, my 3 beautiful nieces and some friends were all there. I hosted a dinner of 8, and since I love to cook, I made a full spread meal... everything made from scratch!
I spared no time or expense to treat my Family and Friends!
The story begins on Thanksgiving morning. I started the day listening to a message on 'Gratitude' that I found in the Bob Proctor coaching site. I thought it was perfect for the time and occasion.... I listened to it a number of times. In particular, my ears fell upon his words... 'Gratitude cannot just be an intellectual exercise, you must have a deep, profound sense of Gratitude to experience a true connection to Source'.
After hearing these words, I wondered if I actually knew what he was referring to. I questioned whether my Gratitude exercises were consisting of this quality of Gratitude... Well of course, God was listening to my question because, the very next morning (when I normally do my gratitude work) I was to experience a totally different Gratitude experience.
I have a little dog, Gretta. She is a beautiful King Charles Spaniel I rescued about 5 years ago. Gretta has been an amazing companion through many changes in my life ... I have experienced such a marvelous connection with her.
I love her so much.
Well, on Thanksgiving evening I let her out the back door so she could go potty in the back yard. I remember looking down into her big brown eyes, she was telling me she didn't really want to go out. It was really chilly in Chicago that evening. About 20 degrees F. But, I told her she had to and off she went. Then I shut the door and was pulled away to my family with lots of commotion and requests. The girls were calling Aunt Candy back and my sister was asking for help and people were messaging me on my phone ....
I forgot about Gretta! When I realized what I had done, I jumped up in fright and rushed to the back door.
She was not there....
Gretta does not wear a collar or tags. She is my shadow and never ventures away from me. But I had left her out for an hour and a half!!!!
I remembered her looking in my eyes, not wanting to go out. God I wished I had listened to her!
I immediately threw on my coat, hat and gloves and took off down the alley looking for her. My sister helped... I called a friend, we got out flashlights and walked for hours around the neighborhood. It was freezing, our toes and fingers were numb, but all I could think of was how poor Gretta must be. So cold and so scared.
We got in the car with the windows open and flashlights shining down the sides of houses, between buildings, underneath cars, on other people's front and back porches. Even in piles of leaves.
We continued the search all through Oak Park with no sign of her. My mind was racing - I imagined her hit by a car, wandering around looking for help (she's a really shy, timid girl), huddled in a corner trying to keep herself warm. All of a sudden the world was huge, with an infinite number of nooks and crannies. My desire was to look in all of them until I found her… I was so upset and distraught.
Of course, I was responsible... I forgot my precious dog was outside! How could I forget? If something happened to her, how am I going to forgive myself?
Before we set out searching I called 911 to notify them of my missing pup. They were hooked up to the local department in Oak Park and told me if anyone called in they would call me right away.
No call and no sign of Gretta.
By 2 am I decided to go to bed and pray for a miracle....
I didn't sleep on Thursday night - I decided that now was the time to exercise my learning, my studying, my practice... 100%.
I was not going to allow my imagination to work against me... I began painting a picture of the perfect scenario.
'God, I pray that Gretta was picked up by a kind soul, she is now snuggled in blankets, warm and safe. I pray that I awake in the morning and call the Oak Park police department to find that someone called in notifying them of a beautiful King Charles spaniel that was found. I pray that I pick her up and bring her home.'
I got up a few times in the night looking out the back door, I tossed and turned holding my vision. My mind wanted to take me to fear, blame, guilt, sadness... but I decidedly held onto my vision.
My 6 year old niece, Lauren, shared a bed with me that night. I listened to her sweet breathing all night, imagining her playing with Gretta the next day.
At 7am I called the Oak Park police.... someone had called and reported Gretta lost!!!!
A kind lady called me right away... She had Gretta at home safe and sound. She saw her the night before right as Gretta was about to cross one of the busiest streets in Oak Park. She quickly pulled her car over and snatched her up. Gretta was welcomed into her home and even fed treats of filet mignon!
In that moment, I felt the deepest, most profound sense of Gratitude I have felt in a long, long time. Tears streamed down my face. My heart was completely raw and open, filled with thanks for a prayer perfectly answered according to my imagined vision.
I recently heard the news that my sister and her family are moving to Chicago. My family and I have not lived in the same city for over 20 years.... Another vision I asked for.
My sister and her husband spent Friday and Saturday looking for homes around Chicagoland and I spent the most wonderful 2 days having Chicago holiday adventures, seeing Elf and Rudolph, the circus, shopping and dining with my nieces! We had so much fun. It was absolutely magnified by my experience of deep and profound gratitude.
I am incredibly grateful for this experience to awaken and quicken within me the feeling of Gratitude for my animals, my family, my colleagues… My Life!
Of course the Universe was listening and answered my question and my prayers...
Candy Scott
This story comes from Candy Scott, someone the Proctor Gallagher Institute is proud to be associated with.
I spared no time or expense to treat my Family and Friends!
The story begins on Thanksgiving morning. I started the day listening to a message on 'Gratitude' that I found in the Bob Proctor coaching site. I thought it was perfect for the time and occasion.... I listened to it a number of times. In particular, my ears fell upon his words... 'Gratitude cannot just be an intellectual exercise, you must have a deep, profound sense of Gratitude to experience a true connection to Source'.
After hearing these words, I wondered if I actually knew what he was referring to. I questioned whether my Gratitude exercises were consisting of this quality of Gratitude... Well of course, God was listening to my question because, the very next morning (when I normally do my gratitude work) I was to experience a totally different Gratitude experience.
I have a little dog, Gretta. She is a beautiful King Charles Spaniel I rescued about 5 years ago. Gretta has been an amazing companion through many changes in my life ... I have experienced such a marvelous connection with her.
I love her so much.
Well, on Thanksgiving evening I let her out the back door so she could go potty in the back yard. I remember looking down into her big brown eyes, she was telling me she didn't really want to go out. It was really chilly in Chicago that evening. About 20 degrees F. But, I told her she had to and off she went. Then I shut the door and was pulled away to my family with lots of commotion and requests. The girls were calling Aunt Candy back and my sister was asking for help and people were messaging me on my phone ....
I forgot about Gretta! When I realized what I had done, I jumped up in fright and rushed to the back door.
She was not there....
Gretta does not wear a collar or tags. She is my shadow and never ventures away from me. But I had left her out for an hour and a half!!!!
I remembered her looking in my eyes, not wanting to go out. God I wished I had listened to her!
I immediately threw on my coat, hat and gloves and took off down the alley looking for her. My sister helped... I called a friend, we got out flashlights and walked for hours around the neighborhood. It was freezing, our toes and fingers were numb, but all I could think of was how poor Gretta must be. So cold and so scared.
We got in the car with the windows open and flashlights shining down the sides of houses, between buildings, underneath cars, on other people's front and back porches. Even in piles of leaves.
We continued the search all through Oak Park with no sign of her. My mind was racing - I imagined her hit by a car, wandering around looking for help (she's a really shy, timid girl), huddled in a corner trying to keep herself warm. All of a sudden the world was huge, with an infinite number of nooks and crannies. My desire was to look in all of them until I found her… I was so upset and distraught.
Of course, I was responsible... I forgot my precious dog was outside! How could I forget? If something happened to her, how am I going to forgive myself?
Before we set out searching I called 911 to notify them of my missing pup. They were hooked up to the local department in Oak Park and told me if anyone called in they would call me right away.
No call and no sign of Gretta.
By 2 am I decided to go to bed and pray for a miracle....
I didn't sleep on Thursday night - I decided that now was the time to exercise my learning, my studying, my practice... 100%.
I was not going to allow my imagination to work against me... I began painting a picture of the perfect scenario.
'God, I pray that Gretta was picked up by a kind soul, she is now snuggled in blankets, warm and safe. I pray that I awake in the morning and call the Oak Park police department to find that someone called in notifying them of a beautiful King Charles spaniel that was found. I pray that I pick her up and bring her home.'
I got up a few times in the night looking out the back door, I tossed and turned holding my vision. My mind wanted to take me to fear, blame, guilt, sadness... but I decidedly held onto my vision.
My 6 year old niece, Lauren, shared a bed with me that night. I listened to her sweet breathing all night, imagining her playing with Gretta the next day.
At 7am I called the Oak Park police.... someone had called and reported Gretta lost!!!!
A kind lady called me right away... She had Gretta at home safe and sound. She saw her the night before right as Gretta was about to cross one of the busiest streets in Oak Park. She quickly pulled her car over and snatched her up. Gretta was welcomed into her home and even fed treats of filet mignon!
In that moment, I felt the deepest, most profound sense of Gratitude I have felt in a long, long time. Tears streamed down my face. My heart was completely raw and open, filled with thanks for a prayer perfectly answered according to my imagined vision.
I recently heard the news that my sister and her family are moving to Chicago. My family and I have not lived in the same city for over 20 years.... Another vision I asked for.
My sister and her husband spent Friday and Saturday looking for homes around Chicagoland and I spent the most wonderful 2 days having Chicago holiday adventures, seeing Elf and Rudolph, the circus, shopping and dining with my nieces! We had so much fun. It was absolutely magnified by my experience of deep and profound gratitude.
I am incredibly grateful for this experience to awaken and quicken within me the feeling of Gratitude for my animals, my family, my colleagues… My Life!
Of course the Universe was listening and answered my question and my prayers...
Candy Scott
This story comes from Candy Scott, someone the Proctor Gallagher Institute is proud to be associated with.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Finding Meaning and Purpose in Your Life
Do you wonder about your life's purpose? How do you become happy? How do you find inner peace?
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Friday, May 16, 2014
Appreciating Appreciation
There’s a song called “Thank God for Dirty Dishes” that makes the point that if you’re lucky to have enough food to make dirty dishes, you should be grateful.
So instead of grousing about your property taxes, be thankful you own property. When you have to wait in line at the bank or are stuck in traffic, just be grateful you have money in the bank and a car to drive.
It makes sense, but that doesn’t make it easy.
I have to admit that appreciation has not been a natural attribute for me. In my more ambitious days when I believed that excess was not enough, gratitude seemed like a form of surrender and a very poor life strategy. After all, if you’re satisfied with the way things are, you’ll never make them better.
What a pity I had to reach my 50s before I began to appreciate appreciation. I finally began to see that it was irresponsible and irreverent not to realize how many things I should feel grateful for. I also came to realize how good it feels to acknowledge how good I have it.
Real gratitude is much more than politeness, like saying thank you when someone passes the salt or conveys good wishes; it’s a deeper psychological state of genuine thankfulness.
Whether we believe whatever good fortune we have is the product of our own labor and talents, random luck, or a gift from God, the fact remains that each of us could spend a full day identifying all the things that merit gratitude.
According to an old proverb, “If you never learn the language of gratitude, you’ll never be on speaking terms with happiness.”
I’m still a beginner, but it’s true; the more I appreciate, the happier I am. That’s a lesson I want my children to learn.
Michael Josephson
Friday, May 02, 2014
Two Wolves
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, "My son, the battle is between 'two wolves' inside us all.
"One is Evil . It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
"The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
He said, "My son, the battle is between 'two wolves' inside us all.
"One is Evil . It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
"The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Happiness is a Choice
I remember the joy I felt when I thought of my beautiful little girl turning two just before the new baby joined our family for Christmas. We were creating our dream of a house full of children and it was a very happy time for me.
But disaster struck in my fourth month of pregnancy.
My husband had a mental breakdown and was institutionalized. I wished, hoped, and prayed that he would get better. As days turned into weeks, then into months - with no change in my husband’s condition - I began to fear that our dream might not turn out exactly as we had planned.
Our son’s birth was a bittersweet moment for me. The doctors thought the birth of his child might help my husband so they sedated him and off we went to the hospital.
Those glorious words, “It’s a boy!” were thrilling and exciting but so very sad because I knew at that moment my husband was not going to get better. Though he was there for the baby’s birth, his mind was somewhere far, far away.
The months that followed were difficult as I struggled to balance being a single parent and a caregiver. Seven months after our son was born and just five weeks before our daughter’s third birthday, my husband committed suicide. I was devastated.
When he died, I felt like he took all my hopes and dreams with him. I was grieving, I was angry, and I was scared.
How could I possibly raise two babies when I could hardly breath from the crushing pain in my chest? At first, the pain was overwhelming. But as days turned into weeks, then into months, the pain became slightly less unbearable.
Then I made a decision. I decided I was going to be happy again. Despite the pain that was my constant companion, I began doing things that made me happy in the days before my husband’s illness.
I started taking guitar lessons. I reacquainted myself with my favorite beach and I began to talk to friends, not about how I was doing, but about life in general.
My family was thrilled! When I asked my mom why she was so insistent I join my friends for our weekly fire and sing-along on the beach, she gave me a sad smile and said, “Don’t you realize how long it’s been since we heard you laugh? We thought we had lost you too.”
How tragic it would have been if I had remained the empty shell of a human being that I was for so long - moving on autopilot, just trying to get through a moment. My beloved children would have lost both of their parents.
When I recognized this, I began to search for the blessings in my life. The more I searched, the more apparent it became that they were there all along. My children were healthy and happy, I had a loving and supportive family and I had some really great friends. I began to enjoy and appreciate life again.
Then I met my husband-to-be. We had an instant connection unlike any I have ever experienced. He lost his father to cancer the same week I lost my husband and I suspect our shared determination to be happy drew us together. That was almost two years ago and we are still blissfully happy. Our blended family of six is the large family of my dreams. We are a team in every possible way and I have never enjoyed life more than I do right now.
When I was drowning in despair, I reached out to the Universe and the Universe threw me a lifeline. The very moment I decided to be happy, the road to happiness was shown. That is a lesson I hold close to my heart:
You can’t always choose your circumstances, but if you seek good, even in your darkest hours, you will be sure to find it.
I cannot explain why some things happen in life. I wish I had a magic wand that would wipe away the setbacks and sorrows people face. However, I do know there is always hope and there is always good. You just need to make the decision to find it.
Life can be tough sometimes, but each obstacle you overcome makes you stronger and more alive. Always look for the good, especially in the face of adversity. Search for, find, and appreciate the good in life and you will surely be rewarded for your effort.
Jennifer Vokey
Jennifer Vokey is a mother of two, and author of the wonderful new book Managing Mothering: Simple Shifts to Help You Become the Best Mom on the Planet. I recommend it enthusiastically, and strongly encourage you to visit her Managing Mothering website for more information: www.managingmothering.com
But disaster struck in my fourth month of pregnancy.
My husband had a mental breakdown and was institutionalized. I wished, hoped, and prayed that he would get better. As days turned into weeks, then into months - with no change in my husband’s condition - I began to fear that our dream might not turn out exactly as we had planned.
Our son’s birth was a bittersweet moment for me. The doctors thought the birth of his child might help my husband so they sedated him and off we went to the hospital.
Those glorious words, “It’s a boy!” were thrilling and exciting but so very sad because I knew at that moment my husband was not going to get better. Though he was there for the baby’s birth, his mind was somewhere far, far away.
The months that followed were difficult as I struggled to balance being a single parent and a caregiver. Seven months after our son was born and just five weeks before our daughter’s third birthday, my husband committed suicide. I was devastated.
When he died, I felt like he took all my hopes and dreams with him. I was grieving, I was angry, and I was scared.
How could I possibly raise two babies when I could hardly breath from the crushing pain in my chest? At first, the pain was overwhelming. But as days turned into weeks, then into months, the pain became slightly less unbearable.
Then I made a decision. I decided I was going to be happy again. Despite the pain that was my constant companion, I began doing things that made me happy in the days before my husband’s illness.
I started taking guitar lessons. I reacquainted myself with my favorite beach and I began to talk to friends, not about how I was doing, but about life in general.
My family was thrilled! When I asked my mom why she was so insistent I join my friends for our weekly fire and sing-along on the beach, she gave me a sad smile and said, “Don’t you realize how long it’s been since we heard you laugh? We thought we had lost you too.”
How tragic it would have been if I had remained the empty shell of a human being that I was for so long - moving on autopilot, just trying to get through a moment. My beloved children would have lost both of their parents.
When I recognized this, I began to search for the blessings in my life. The more I searched, the more apparent it became that they were there all along. My children were healthy and happy, I had a loving and supportive family and I had some really great friends. I began to enjoy and appreciate life again.
Then I met my husband-to-be. We had an instant connection unlike any I have ever experienced. He lost his father to cancer the same week I lost my husband and I suspect our shared determination to be happy drew us together. That was almost two years ago and we are still blissfully happy. Our blended family of six is the large family of my dreams. We are a team in every possible way and I have never enjoyed life more than I do right now.
When I was drowning in despair, I reached out to the Universe and the Universe threw me a lifeline. The very moment I decided to be happy, the road to happiness was shown. That is a lesson I hold close to my heart:
You can’t always choose your circumstances, but if you seek good, even in your darkest hours, you will be sure to find it.
I cannot explain why some things happen in life. I wish I had a magic wand that would wipe away the setbacks and sorrows people face. However, I do know there is always hope and there is always good. You just need to make the decision to find it.
Life can be tough sometimes, but each obstacle you overcome makes you stronger and more alive. Always look for the good, especially in the face of adversity. Search for, find, and appreciate the good in life and you will surely be rewarded for your effort.
Jennifer Vokey
Jennifer Vokey is a mother of two, and author of the wonderful new book Managing Mothering: Simple Shifts to Help You Become the Best Mom on the Planet. I recommend it enthusiastically, and strongly encourage you to visit her Managing Mothering website for more information: www.managingmothering.com
Monday, December 02, 2013
When Nobody Was Looking
It happened after store hours last month in Wayne, New Jersey. Four football players - three black and one white - came into a Buddy's Small Lots and started shopping. Then it dawned on them that there was no clerk. With such easy pickings, surveillance cameras rather than human eyes tell what they did.
They found the items they were searching for and started for the door. But they weren't making a run for it. Quite the contrary! They stopped at the checkout counter, calculated the total of their items, and pulled out $5.80 from their pockets - the total for the items, plus tax. Still with no one in sight, one of them turned to a prominent surveillance camera over the cash register, waved the money at the camera, and laid it on the counter.
"We were down there for ten minutes, looking for someone," one later reported. "We thought everybody was in the back on break." Then the four young men left the store and headed for football practice at William Paterson University.
The episode was soon reported on News 12 New Jersey, and the video of their after-hours honesty went viral. Then the story was picked up by several news outlets.
You see, the store was supposed to be closed and locked. But the door lock apparently malfunctioned. Consistent with store policy, lights had been left on inside for the sake of security. So four guys looking to purchase something had walked through an unlocked door into a lighted store building. They assumed it was open for business - and could have tried to take advantage of the situation.
By the way, before heading to practice, they went next door and reported to an all-night pharmacy that Buddy's appeared abandoned, although the door was unlocked and open. The police were called and the "burglary" was investigated. But the store's surveillance camera had caught a case of honesty instead!
When the young men were identified, Buddy's operations manager called their coach and asked to meet them. "We thought we were definitely in trouble!" said one. He wondered if they had committed a crime by going into a building that was supposed to be closed for business. The caller, Marci Lederman, just wanted to compliment and thank the four - and give them some gift certificates.
In a time of steroids in sports, murder by bored athletes, and on-the-field brawls, a story about character and integrity should make us feel good. So thanks to Jelani Bruce, Anthony Biondi, Thomas James, and Kell'E Gallimore for reminding us that honesty really is the best policy. The only right policy.
Your reputation is merely what others think of you; your character is what you do when you think nobody is looking.
Rubel Shelly
Rubel Shelly is a Preacher and Professor of Religion and Philosophy located in Rochester Hills, Michigan.
They found the items they were searching for and started for the door. But they weren't making a run for it. Quite the contrary! They stopped at the checkout counter, calculated the total of their items, and pulled out $5.80 from their pockets - the total for the items, plus tax. Still with no one in sight, one of them turned to a prominent surveillance camera over the cash register, waved the money at the camera, and laid it on the counter.
"We were down there for ten minutes, looking for someone," one later reported. "We thought everybody was in the back on break." Then the four young men left the store and headed for football practice at William Paterson University.
The episode was soon reported on News 12 New Jersey, and the video of their after-hours honesty went viral. Then the story was picked up by several news outlets.
You see, the store was supposed to be closed and locked. But the door lock apparently malfunctioned. Consistent with store policy, lights had been left on inside for the sake of security. So four guys looking to purchase something had walked through an unlocked door into a lighted store building. They assumed it was open for business - and could have tried to take advantage of the situation.
By the way, before heading to practice, they went next door and reported to an all-night pharmacy that Buddy's appeared abandoned, although the door was unlocked and open. The police were called and the "burglary" was investigated. But the store's surveillance camera had caught a case of honesty instead!
When the young men were identified, Buddy's operations manager called their coach and asked to meet them. "We thought we were definitely in trouble!" said one. He wondered if they had committed a crime by going into a building that was supposed to be closed for business. The caller, Marci Lederman, just wanted to compliment and thank the four - and give them some gift certificates.
In a time of steroids in sports, murder by bored athletes, and on-the-field brawls, a story about character and integrity should make us feel good. So thanks to Jelani Bruce, Anthony Biondi, Thomas James, and Kell'E Gallimore for reminding us that honesty really is the best policy. The only right policy.
Your reputation is merely what others think of you; your character is what you do when you think nobody is looking.
Rubel Shelly
Rubel Shelly is a Preacher and Professor of Religion and Philosophy located in Rochester Hills, Michigan.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
4 Mantras to Live By
Spiritual teacher don Miguel Ruiz reveals the four agreements to living a more authentic life. Watch to find out why the he says the first guideline is the most important.
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Friday, October 18, 2013
88 Important Truths
1. You can’t change other people, and it’s rude to try.
2. It is 100 times more difficult to burn calories than to refrain from consuming them in the first place.
3. If you’re talking to someone you don’t know well, you may be talking to someone who knows way more about whatever you’re talking about than you do.
4. The cheapest and most expensive models are usually both bad deals.
5. Everyone likes somebody who gets to the point quickly.
6. Bad moods will come and go your whole life, and trying to force them away makes them run deeper and last longer.
7. Children are remarkably honest creatures until we teach them not to be.
8. If everyone in the show you’re watching is good-looking, it’s not worth watching.
9. Yelling always makes things worse.
10. Whenever you’re worried about what others will think of you, you’re really just worried about what you’ll think of you.
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2. It is 100 times more difficult to burn calories than to refrain from consuming them in the first place.
3. If you’re talking to someone you don’t know well, you may be talking to someone who knows way more about whatever you’re talking about than you do.
4. The cheapest and most expensive models are usually both bad deals.
5. Everyone likes somebody who gets to the point quickly.
6. Bad moods will come and go your whole life, and trying to force them away makes them run deeper and last longer.
7. Children are remarkably honest creatures until we teach them not to be.
8. If everyone in the show you’re watching is good-looking, it’s not worth watching.
9. Yelling always makes things worse.
10. Whenever you’re worried about what others will think of you, you’re really just worried about what you’ll think of you.
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Forgiveness
Want to make a little more room in your
heart for more love and goodness to come
into your life? Then there's something you
must do.
Set yourself free... with a little forgiveness.
When you hold onto anger or resentment
toward someone who may have hurt you in the
past, it's a lot harder to grab a hold of
something new.
Believe me, I know.
At one point in my life I had decided I
could never forgive a man who had been my
fiancé. He had emotionally abused me... and
then he physically abused me.
I could forgive anyone anything else, but
there had to be an exception clause that God
would allow if someone hurt me the way he
had. So I went through life with my
personally invoked clause.
I was already a motivational speaker, full
of energy and facilitating workshops. But
no matter how much energy I had and how
much I smiled, I held onto that anger and
resentment in that one corner of my heart.
"I'll never forgive him."
Then a colleague told me something so
powerful it led me to nullify and void my
clause. You've probably heard it before:
"Staying angry at someone is like drinking
poison and hoping that other person dies."
I had thought if I forgave him, I'd be
letting him off the hook, I'd be freeing him
from taking responsibility for his actions.
But forgiveness wasn't about setting him
free. It had everything to do with setting
me free. Forgiveness was simply about
freeing up that space in my heart so I could
receive more love and goodness in my life.
People are going to do and be exactly who
they are, and you may not always agree with
them. However, if they hurt you, forgiveness
is always your option.
Is there an opportunity for you to forgive someone?
Lisa Nichols
heart for more love and goodness to come
into your life? Then there's something you
must do.
Set yourself free... with a little forgiveness.
When you hold onto anger or resentment
toward someone who may have hurt you in the
past, it's a lot harder to grab a hold of
something new.
Believe me, I know.
At one point in my life I had decided I
could never forgive a man who had been my
fiancé. He had emotionally abused me... and
then he physically abused me.
I could forgive anyone anything else, but
there had to be an exception clause that God
would allow if someone hurt me the way he
had. So I went through life with my
personally invoked clause.
I was already a motivational speaker, full
of energy and facilitating workshops. But
no matter how much energy I had and how
much I smiled, I held onto that anger and
resentment in that one corner of my heart.
"I'll never forgive him."
Then a colleague told me something so
powerful it led me to nullify and void my
clause. You've probably heard it before:
"Staying angry at someone is like drinking
poison and hoping that other person dies."
I had thought if I forgave him, I'd be
letting him off the hook, I'd be freeing him
from taking responsibility for his actions.
But forgiveness wasn't about setting him
free. It had everything to do with setting
me free. Forgiveness was simply about
freeing up that space in my heart so I could
receive more love and goodness in my life.
People are going to do and be exactly who
they are, and you may not always agree with
them. However, if they hurt you, forgiveness
is always your option.
Is there an opportunity for you to forgive someone?
Lisa Nichols
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Allowing Yourself to Feel Pain Instead of Hiding from It
I used to run from pain.
My father died suddenly when I was six. For years I stuffed it down, never letting anyone know my emotions, how I was feeling, and I ran from situations that could cause me to lose, to feel pain.
My heart would jump and feel fear every time I received a “bad” email from a boss, or bad news. I only wanted to feel good things. I stayed out of relationships for fear of the eventual loss and bad feelings, not realizing that I was missing out on all the beauty in between.
A year ago, my journey to feeling pain began. I had decided a few months before that I would open myself up to a relationship. I was ready to see what was out there. I was ready to feel, whatever it was. I met an amazing guy, and I thought he was the weirdest but most fascinating and beautiful person I’d met in a while.
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My father died suddenly when I was six. For years I stuffed it down, never letting anyone know my emotions, how I was feeling, and I ran from situations that could cause me to lose, to feel pain.
My heart would jump and feel fear every time I received a “bad” email from a boss, or bad news. I only wanted to feel good things. I stayed out of relationships for fear of the eventual loss and bad feelings, not realizing that I was missing out on all the beauty in between.
A year ago, my journey to feeling pain began. I had decided a few months before that I would open myself up to a relationship. I was ready to see what was out there. I was ready to feel, whatever it was. I met an amazing guy, and I thought he was the weirdest but most fascinating and beautiful person I’d met in a while.
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Friday, September 06, 2013
Dear Human Being:
You are here on this earth this moment but not through your own choosing. You were created by the thought or emotion of a man and woman who decided to get together and have sexual intercourse. Nine months or so later you were born from the womb of a woman. Perhaps you do not even know their names, perhaps you do, and call them by the conceptual words 'mother and father.' In either case you were born and are here.
You were given a name, or perhaps a few names. You were told you are a person. You were told you are unique. You were given food, shown how to eat and you grew physically and mentally. You were told what to believe, how to feel, how to act. You were told what religion to practice or not, told what to wear and what schools to attend. In school you were told facts and figures and that you should get good grades so that you can get into college or get a good job. Then you were told by advertisers what products to eat, what clothes to wear, what car to drive, what music to listen to. You were told by your peers perhaps what drugs to take, what drinks to drink, what words to say. You are still being told what to do, how to think, how to feel. Magazines tell you who is pretty and who is not, who are rich and who are poor, who is successful and who is not. Priests, Imams and Rabbis tell you how to be good, what they believe is true and how you should live your life and what you must do to go to heaven. Psychologists tell you if they think you are well or sick in your mind. Governments tell you how you should feel about your country. In short everything you think, do and say is because you were told by another human being how to think, how to do and what to say. And all this has been generated by human thought and concepts.
But what about "you" my friend? What if in this moment all that you ever learned, knew and believed suddenly disappeared. What would happen if all the experiences, memories and dreams vanished into thin air. Then "who" would you be? Or would you be at all? Or is there really a "you" at all? Is there really a someone there? Is there an individual at all? Or are "you" just a collector of experiences as they happen? This is very profound yet important knowledge if you wish to be free, if you wish to live your life happily and sanely. You must discover the "you", the real "you." You must face the truth of these questions.
Perhaps, after reading the above, you will continue on as before. But if something in the above has jarred something somewhere inside, then I invite you to further investigate if there really is such a thing as individuality or individual, if there really is a "thing" called you. And in that process of investigation is there anything definitive you can say that "you" really are? The answer is there my dear friend: it is there in the pure silence at the core of your being itself. That is where you should look. Look into that silent space itself and find what is there. Find what is always there. Maybe for the first time in your life you may discover that "you" do not need to be told anything. Maybe, for the first time in your life you can let go of all that you have ever learned and experienced and really see what is present in this moment, right now. Maybe you will come to understand that there is nothing "you" really need, or want or have except this moment. In this you may just find reality, as it is. Wouldn't that be something!
You were given a name, or perhaps a few names. You were told you are a person. You were told you are unique. You were given food, shown how to eat and you grew physically and mentally. You were told what to believe, how to feel, how to act. You were told what religion to practice or not, told what to wear and what schools to attend. In school you were told facts and figures and that you should get good grades so that you can get into college or get a good job. Then you were told by advertisers what products to eat, what clothes to wear, what car to drive, what music to listen to. You were told by your peers perhaps what drugs to take, what drinks to drink, what words to say. You are still being told what to do, how to think, how to feel. Magazines tell you who is pretty and who is not, who are rich and who are poor, who is successful and who is not. Priests, Imams and Rabbis tell you how to be good, what they believe is true and how you should live your life and what you must do to go to heaven. Psychologists tell you if they think you are well or sick in your mind. Governments tell you how you should feel about your country. In short everything you think, do and say is because you were told by another human being how to think, how to do and what to say. And all this has been generated by human thought and concepts.
But what about "you" my friend? What if in this moment all that you ever learned, knew and believed suddenly disappeared. What would happen if all the experiences, memories and dreams vanished into thin air. Then "who" would you be? Or would you be at all? Or is there really a "you" at all? Is there really a someone there? Is there an individual at all? Or are "you" just a collector of experiences as they happen? This is very profound yet important knowledge if you wish to be free, if you wish to live your life happily and sanely. You must discover the "you", the real "you." You must face the truth of these questions.
Perhaps, after reading the above, you will continue on as before. But if something in the above has jarred something somewhere inside, then I invite you to further investigate if there really is such a thing as individuality or individual, if there really is a "thing" called you. And in that process of investigation is there anything definitive you can say that "you" really are? The answer is there my dear friend: it is there in the pure silence at the core of your being itself. That is where you should look. Look into that silent space itself and find what is there. Find what is always there. Maybe for the first time in your life you may discover that "you" do not need to be told anything. Maybe, for the first time in your life you can let go of all that you have ever learned and experienced and really see what is present in this moment, right now. Maybe you will come to understand that there is nothing "you" really need, or want or have except this moment. In this you may just find reality, as it is. Wouldn't that be something!
Thursday, September 05, 2013
Be Kind
One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.
He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?" "You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness." He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart."
As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.
Year's later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case. After a long struggle, the battle was won.
Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words..... "Paid in full with one glass of milk"
Remember to always be on the lookout to help someone. And expect that others will be kind.. Often expectations can create the energy of fulfillment.
Friday, August 23, 2013
A Change of Heart
By Bob Perks
Many years ago on a trip to Kentucky for a speaking engagement, I had one of those “meant to be moments” I treasure. The plane was delayed and I was nervous.
They finally announced boarding. Now, I don't believe for a moment that I'm the only person who goes through this. From the moment I enter the plane I start scanning ahead to see my seat.
"Who's sitting next to me on this flight?" I wonder.
"Is there anyone in my seat already?"
"Are there any screaming babies nearby?"
Flight time is precious time for me. I sleep, write or read. So screaming babies and frequent bathroom people become a problem.
Today I get to sit next to a beautiful young girl who appears to be about 12 years old. As I approach my seat she seems nervous, perhaps a little apprehensive and I must say very disappointed. You see walking in front of me was this handsome young male teenager. I could see that sparkle in her eye dim as he walked by and I sat down. I'll admit I was nervous and concerned. She was traveling alone and I was one of those strangers her parents told her not to talk to.
"Hi! My name is Bob,"I said.
"Hello!" she replied without giving her name.
Then we spent the next one hour and fifteen minutes not saying a word.
She was a typical kid. She never sat still for longer than five minutes. Often times she reached into her carry on and pulled out what appeared to be six brushes, four packs of gum and all the empty wrappers, a bag filled with jawbreakers, a tube of rainbow colored sugar crystals and a foot long licorice.
Oh, yes she also ate two bags of airplane peanuts. I gave her mine.
It wasn't until the last 15 minutes of the flight that I heard it. That sweet sounding Voice that said "Give her one of your books!"
Again and again I heard it repeat, "Give her one of your books!" And so I opened one up, signed it and said, "I am a professional speaker and author. I'd like to give you one of my books if you would permit me."
She giggled a bit and said “Yes” followed by "Oh, thanks!"
I then began to explain the story.
"It's a fictional story based on actual events. I changed the names but basically much of this is true. My oldest son, Keith had cancer and that's part of this book."
"Oh, I'm sorry",she said.
"No need to be. He's doing just fine, thank you. Where are you from?" I asked.
Then for the next ten minutes this young lady never stopped talking. In fact, as we were leaving the plane she talked and walked backwards down the aisle.
Much of what she said was all a blur for me after she said these words: "Wow, I just saw the Hershey Medical Center mentioned in there. Is that where your son went for his cancer treatments?" she asked.
"Yes."
"That's where I had my heart transplant," she said with a big bright smile.
Heart transplant. This child had a heart transplant. Then I took notice. Right at the top of her pink t-shirt, just below her collar bone, the beginnings of a scar peeked over her collar. This vibrant young, beautiful girl had the heart of a donor. Obviously a young donor who lived in a family who cared enough to save another child's life.
She continued to share the details of her stay at Hershey. I continued to listen in amazement. For the story she told was a familiar one. She was the girl down the hall we all prayed for. I never knew how things turned out for her until today.
They say some lives cross because they were meant to. This was more than a chance meeting. I discovered that this child leaving Pittsburgh to go home to Kentucky was a patient in the same hospital, on the same miraculous floor, at the same time my son was there. That little Voice inside of me kept telling me to give her a copy of my book. I argued. The Voice won...as always.
The last words she said to me was..."My Mom always told me that God was going to call me home but then He had a "Change of Heart!" Do you get it?"
Then she giggled and laughed as she walked through the last door into the arms of her loving family.
I got it.
Bob Perks is an inspirational author and speaker and a truly remarkable human being. The story you just read is an actual true story. You can receive his messages sent 2-3 times each week by visiting his website http://www.BobPerks.com I know you will be glad you visited his site.
Many years ago on a trip to Kentucky for a speaking engagement, I had one of those “meant to be moments” I treasure. The plane was delayed and I was nervous.
They finally announced boarding. Now, I don't believe for a moment that I'm the only person who goes through this. From the moment I enter the plane I start scanning ahead to see my seat.
"Who's sitting next to me on this flight?" I wonder.
"Is there anyone in my seat already?"
"Are there any screaming babies nearby?"
Flight time is precious time for me. I sleep, write or read. So screaming babies and frequent bathroom people become a problem.
Today I get to sit next to a beautiful young girl who appears to be about 12 years old. As I approach my seat she seems nervous, perhaps a little apprehensive and I must say very disappointed. You see walking in front of me was this handsome young male teenager. I could see that sparkle in her eye dim as he walked by and I sat down. I'll admit I was nervous and concerned. She was traveling alone and I was one of those strangers her parents told her not to talk to.
"Hi! My name is Bob,"I said.
"Hello!" she replied without giving her name.
Then we spent the next one hour and fifteen minutes not saying a word.
She was a typical kid. She never sat still for longer than five minutes. Often times she reached into her carry on and pulled out what appeared to be six brushes, four packs of gum and all the empty wrappers, a bag filled with jawbreakers, a tube of rainbow colored sugar crystals and a foot long licorice.
Oh, yes she also ate two bags of airplane peanuts. I gave her mine.
It wasn't until the last 15 minutes of the flight that I heard it. That sweet sounding Voice that said "Give her one of your books!"
Again and again I heard it repeat, "Give her one of your books!" And so I opened one up, signed it and said, "I am a professional speaker and author. I'd like to give you one of my books if you would permit me."
She giggled a bit and said “Yes” followed by "Oh, thanks!"
I then began to explain the story.
"It's a fictional story based on actual events. I changed the names but basically much of this is true. My oldest son, Keith had cancer and that's part of this book."
"Oh, I'm sorry",she said.
"No need to be. He's doing just fine, thank you. Where are you from?" I asked.
Then for the next ten minutes this young lady never stopped talking. In fact, as we were leaving the plane she talked and walked backwards down the aisle.
Much of what she said was all a blur for me after she said these words: "Wow, I just saw the Hershey Medical Center mentioned in there. Is that where your son went for his cancer treatments?" she asked.
"Yes."
"That's where I had my heart transplant," she said with a big bright smile.
Heart transplant. This child had a heart transplant. Then I took notice. Right at the top of her pink t-shirt, just below her collar bone, the beginnings of a scar peeked over her collar. This vibrant young, beautiful girl had the heart of a donor. Obviously a young donor who lived in a family who cared enough to save another child's life.
She continued to share the details of her stay at Hershey. I continued to listen in amazement. For the story she told was a familiar one. She was the girl down the hall we all prayed for. I never knew how things turned out for her until today.
They say some lives cross because they were meant to. This was more than a chance meeting. I discovered that this child leaving Pittsburgh to go home to Kentucky was a patient in the same hospital, on the same miraculous floor, at the same time my son was there. That little Voice inside of me kept telling me to give her a copy of my book. I argued. The Voice won...as always.
The last words she said to me was..."My Mom always told me that God was going to call me home but then He had a "Change of Heart!" Do you get it?"
Then she giggled and laughed as she walked through the last door into the arms of her loving family.
I got it.
Bob Perks is an inspirational author and speaker and a truly remarkable human being. The story you just read is an actual true story. You can receive his messages sent 2-3 times each week by visiting his website http://www.BobPerks.com I know you will be glad you visited his site.
Tuesday, June 04, 2013
You Can Have Your Hell
How do we enact the Kingdom of God, on Earth as it is in Heaven, if we are so focused on Hell and torment? How do we bring about Kingdom justice and Kingdom mercy when we are so focused on making sure people are “right with God so they don’t receive His wrath?” How do we sustain a life with Christ when we are so focused on Good Friday and not Resurrection Sunday?
The Gospel is not about saving people from Hell. The Gospel is not about turning and repenting. The Gospel is not about a God with a magnifying glass and us as the ants, hoping not to burn. The Gospel is not about Hell.
The Gospel is, instead, a community of life, a way of living that enacts justice and mercy in today’s world, regardless of whether Hell exists or not. The Gospel is, instead, a gracious, life giving story in which people are called to play their parts fully, to their full giftedness. The Gospel is one in which people are allowed to be fully human, fully who God created them to be, and fully in communion with others in peace and grace and justice and mercy.
The Gospel of the Jesus I know is one which does not blame the victims for the tragedies they suffered, but instead understands that weeping with those who weep and mourning with those who mourn is a better display of love than any message of “turn and repent.”
The Gospel of the Jesus I know proclaims that love and understanding and seeing the full humanity of our fellow human beings is part of living within the Trinitarian reality of the Image of God.
The Gospel of the Jesus I know contains a Holy Spirit, who begs us to “shut the fuck up and listen” more often than She asks us to open our mouths and speak of repentance. Indeed, when She requests that we speak, it is more often of liberty, of liberation, of justice than it is of wrath and pain.
The Gospel of the Jesus I know frees us to see people as they are, humans, created by God, worthy of justice and mercy simply because they exist as God’s creation, and our brothers and sisters in grace.
This is the only Gospel I am interested in, because this is the Gospel that requires more of me than any other. This is the Gospel that doesn’t provide me with answers, that doesn’t give me an easy out like “turn and repent” when evil happens. This is the Gospel that requires I sit with the hurting for seven days and seven nights, that I wear sackcloth with the mourning, and that I remain silent except to cry out in empathy with the suffering.
This is the Gospel I believe. You can have your Hell. I’d rather have humanity.
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The Gospel is not about saving people from Hell. The Gospel is not about turning and repenting. The Gospel is not about a God with a magnifying glass and us as the ants, hoping not to burn. The Gospel is not about Hell.
The Gospel is, instead, a community of life, a way of living that enacts justice and mercy in today’s world, regardless of whether Hell exists or not. The Gospel is, instead, a gracious, life giving story in which people are called to play their parts fully, to their full giftedness. The Gospel is one in which people are allowed to be fully human, fully who God created them to be, and fully in communion with others in peace and grace and justice and mercy.
The Gospel of the Jesus I know is one which does not blame the victims for the tragedies they suffered, but instead understands that weeping with those who weep and mourning with those who mourn is a better display of love than any message of “turn and repent.”
The Gospel of the Jesus I know proclaims that love and understanding and seeing the full humanity of our fellow human beings is part of living within the Trinitarian reality of the Image of God.
The Gospel of the Jesus I know contains a Holy Spirit, who begs us to “shut the fuck up and listen” more often than She asks us to open our mouths and speak of repentance. Indeed, when She requests that we speak, it is more often of liberty, of liberation, of justice than it is of wrath and pain.
The Gospel of the Jesus I know frees us to see people as they are, humans, created by God, worthy of justice and mercy simply because they exist as God’s creation, and our brothers and sisters in grace.
This is the only Gospel I am interested in, because this is the Gospel that requires more of me than any other. This is the Gospel that doesn’t provide me with answers, that doesn’t give me an easy out like “turn and repent” when evil happens. This is the Gospel that requires I sit with the hurting for seven days and seven nights, that I wear sackcloth with the mourning, and that I remain silent except to cry out in empathy with the suffering.
This is the Gospel I believe. You can have your Hell. I’d rather have humanity.
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Friday, May 03, 2013
How to 'Be' in the Moment
Be still and know that I am God
Be still and know that I am
Be still and know that I
Be still and know that
Be still and know
Be still and
Be still
Be
Psalm 46:10
I would imagine that most people, at some point in their lives, have probably experienced a feeling of peace or deep serenity within themselves. For some, that feeling might seem like you're connecting to something greater than yourself, which can be called God, the divine, almighty, or whatever name you use to describe that feeling, if any name at all.
The first time I can remember experiencing that was when I was a child, rolling around on the grass, looking up at the clouds in the sky and feeling so content and peaceful. I could have just stayed like that for hours.
When we meditate, we try to connect to that inner peace and serenity that transcends thought. For me, it's a type of stillness that feels like I am completely connected to timelessness, and that there is no beginning or end, it just "is."
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Be still and know that I am
Be still and know that I
Be still and know that
Be still and know
Be still and
Be still
Be
Psalm 46:10
I would imagine that most people, at some point in their lives, have probably experienced a feeling of peace or deep serenity within themselves. For some, that feeling might seem like you're connecting to something greater than yourself, which can be called God, the divine, almighty, or whatever name you use to describe that feeling, if any name at all.
The first time I can remember experiencing that was when I was a child, rolling around on the grass, looking up at the clouds in the sky and feeling so content and peaceful. I could have just stayed like that for hours.
When we meditate, we try to connect to that inner peace and serenity that transcends thought. For me, it's a type of stillness that feels like I am completely connected to timelessness, and that there is no beginning or end, it just "is."
Read more
Monday, April 29, 2013
Breathe
When you own your breath, nobody can steal your peace. – Author Unknown
If it feels like your life is travelling at the speed of light, take a breath.
If anxiety feels more familiar than peace, take a breath.
When deadlines, obstacles, and disappointments leave you exhausted, take a breath.
Some days are harder than others.
Some days it feels like hope is lost.
Some days it feels like love will never return.
Some days it feels like faith doesn’t stand a chance.
On these days, take a breath.
Take a breath, and be still.
Sit alone with your Creator..
Know there’s a purpose for you greater than you can ever imagine.
Understand there are things that fight for your love and passion; but your Creator will give you the strength to keep going.
Today, I took a breath.
I sat alone with God.
He comforted me.
God told me He would fight through the anxiety with me.
He breathed into me.
Tomorrow when you are running and running; and doing and doing remember to take a breath.
Feel hope come back to you.
Sense love rush through your body.
See faith return stronger than ever.
When life becomes too hard to walk alone,
Take a breath.
If it feels like your life is travelling at the speed of light, take a breath.
If anxiety feels more familiar than peace, take a breath.
When deadlines, obstacles, and disappointments leave you exhausted, take a breath.
Some days are harder than others.
Some days it feels like hope is lost.
Some days it feels like love will never return.
Some days it feels like faith doesn’t stand a chance.
On these days, take a breath.
Take a breath, and be still.
Sit alone with your Creator..
Know there’s a purpose for you greater than you can ever imagine.
Understand there are things that fight for your love and passion; but your Creator will give you the strength to keep going.
Today, I took a breath.
I sat alone with God.
He comforted me.
God told me He would fight through the anxiety with me.
He breathed into me.
Tomorrow when you are running and running; and doing and doing remember to take a breath.
Feel hope come back to you.
Sense love rush through your body.
See faith return stronger than ever.
When life becomes too hard to walk alone,
Take a breath.
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
How to Manifest Anything You Want. Anything.
Learning how to manifest on purpose is easier than you think. In fact, the real secret is, once you learn how, it’s almost ridiculously easy! The following ‘rules’ can be applied to anything you desire to bring into your life.
1. Take the stress out of it. Why take manifesting so seriously? You already know the value of hard work, but you don’t have to make such an big adult deal out of manifesting. Think of it as a game, as a pure game of pretend like you did when you were a child. Approach manifesting from the perspective of play, delight, fun… to take your needy, desperate, fearful and lack-based vibes out of the equation. A child’s imagination knows no bounds. Unfortunately, as adults we have placed some pretty hefty limitations on our imaginations, for no good reason except that other people said so – for example, “you can’t get ahead without a college education” or “it takes money to make money” or “it’s not what you know but who you know.” Says who? Tell that nonsense to the many self-made millionaires who started out with no education, no money, nothing but a lot of imagination and desire. Try this:
1. Pretend you don’t need it. Whatever you want is purely for your enjoyment. It’s the icing on the cake, a little extra to make your life sweeter. But you don’t need it.
2. Believe what you see in your mind. Whatever you want already exists in your imagination, doesn’t it? Therefore it is just as real as any other idea you have ever had that came to fruition. Play with the belief that what you want is already waiting for you. You’ve placed the order, now you’re on your way to pick it up. What have you got to lose? After all, you don’t “need” what you desire, it’s just for fun. It’s all pretend!
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1. Take the stress out of it. Why take manifesting so seriously? You already know the value of hard work, but you don’t have to make such an big adult deal out of manifesting. Think of it as a game, as a pure game of pretend like you did when you were a child. Approach manifesting from the perspective of play, delight, fun… to take your needy, desperate, fearful and lack-based vibes out of the equation. A child’s imagination knows no bounds. Unfortunately, as adults we have placed some pretty hefty limitations on our imaginations, for no good reason except that other people said so – for example, “you can’t get ahead without a college education” or “it takes money to make money” or “it’s not what you know but who you know.” Says who? Tell that nonsense to the many self-made millionaires who started out with no education, no money, nothing but a lot of imagination and desire. Try this:
1. Pretend you don’t need it. Whatever you want is purely for your enjoyment. It’s the icing on the cake, a little extra to make your life sweeter. But you don’t need it.
2. Believe what you see in your mind. Whatever you want already exists in your imagination, doesn’t it? Therefore it is just as real as any other idea you have ever had that came to fruition. Play with the belief that what you want is already waiting for you. You’ve placed the order, now you’re on your way to pick it up. What have you got to lose? After all, you don’t “need” what you desire, it’s just for fun. It’s all pretend!
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