Category: Choosing to See the Bright Side

Optimism is a discipline that can be learned. Choosing to see the best in all situations makes us happier and healthier in the long run. Optimists live longer than pessimists.

When You Feel Like a Fire Hydrant

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Some days you feel like a fire hydrant.
Some days you feel like a fire hydrant.

There are some days, no matter how hard I try to focus on all that is good, that it seems like the all of the people and events who surround me collectively come together to rain on my parade. Yesterday was one of those mornings. My fifteen-year-old had to be at her first Beta Club Meeting, so we had to leave the house early. After her second change of clothes finally suited her, she came downstairs with toothpaste on her shirt. We finally got that out and at last, left our house.

Of course we got behind the slowest station wagon on the planet, who drove in front of us the entire way to school. The man who had his window down to hang his cigarette out, never got over 35 miles per hour. My daughter’s bestie was texting her every two seconds that she needed to hurry up and get there. Now I love that child, but seriously? My daughter doesn’t drive. I was driving and I was doing the best I could.

When I at last dropped her out at school, she reminded me again that the drain in her tub was running so slowly that it was covering her feet when she showers. Great, I knew we were out of Draino, so I added to my long list of things to do, a stop at the store. I headed out the back way of the high school parking lot and guess who did the same? Yep, the smoking station wagon driver. When he finally, turned off, my gas light came on. I proceeded to get gas and promised myself a walk when I returned home. I really needed to shake off this negativity and try to re-focus. On my way out of my garage for my walk, I passed by my van. The fuel door was open. I had left the gas cap on the pump at the gas station. Terrific!

These little annoyances weren’t life shattering, but sometimes I think that if Satan can keep us distracted and annoyed, then we are kept from really listening to what God may have in store for us for the day. We may miss an opportunity to extend a kindness or even to remember to pray for someone or we may be too annoyed to sit down and do our daily devotional. I have learned that on mornings like this that I really need to stop and take a breath and pray that God will send me some peace so I can listen for His voice.

I passed by the fire hydrant above and had to chuckle. I felt like a fire hydrant that morning. Perhaps you have had mornings like the one I’m describing, mornings where everything goes wrong and you just can’t seem to find your peace. Jesus had some great advice here. He said, “And so I tell you, keep on asking and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking and the door will be opened to you.” Luke 11:9

As I walked, I prayed and I asked God for peace and refocus, so that I didn’t miss any opportunities that He may have for me. When I arrived home, a little calmer, I checked my e-mail. I had the kindest e-mail from a man from my church who I respect very much. He just happened to have discovered my blog that day and offered me a blessing, “May God bless you and empower you to share his love through your thoughts and writings.” He went on to say that he was sharing a link with the church e-mail list.

I was stunned and moved to tears. I asked God to help me bless others and I received a blessing. I had record views that day of my words. Prayer works. When we seek to serve God, He will help us. We just need to be vigilant. There are forces that would like for us to stay angry and annoyed and therefore ineffective. So on those days when you feel like a fire hydrant, lean into God, and ask for some assistance and for peace. There’s no telling what He may have in store.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Confessions of a Reformed (Mostly) Spider Hater

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I have become quite fond of this industrious spider.
I have become quite fond of this industrious spider.

I have hated spiders almost as long as I can remember. They have lots of legs and eyes and they make those webs that get all over you if you accidentally walk through them. It’s very easy to walk through them because you can’t see them unless the sun hits them just right. That’s another thing; they are sneaky too.

But, as I’ve shared in an earlier post, that you can see here, http://gracefulgaines.com/2014/08/13/we-only-have-to-do-what-we-are-called-to-do/ I have gained some appreciation for this garden spider this summer. She has been hard at work in my garden and she has helped to keep the pests away. Every few days I found her in a slightly different spot.

Well, about a week ago, she was gone. I have no idea what a spider’s lifespan is, but I was kind of sad to see her gone. I guess it’s a signal that summer is winding down and I always hate to see the summer go, even when it’s a hundred degrees in the shade. I really do love the slower pace of life that seems to go hand-in-hand with the season.

But, then she reappeared, unfortunately, across the gate leading into my backyard. I was forced to disturb the web that she had worked so hard on. (If either of my siblings are reading this post; they have at this point, screamed in horror and slammed their laptops shut. They are serious spider haters.) I didn’t destroy it, but it was really damaged.

The next day, she had moved over to the window by the garbage can. I was really impressed at this point. This spider never seems to give up. Then last night, my hubby had to disturb her web again as he took the trash can down to the curb. But, this morning, she had moved a little and rebuilt.

This afternoon, I stood in awe of this industrious spider, (from a safe distance of course.) She never gives up. She builds this unbelievably intricate web. Have you ever really checked one out? It’s a work of art. We mess it up and she simply rebuilds.

I think there may be a lesson here. How often do we as human beings work very hard on something only to have it damaged in some way? This could be physical things or emotional things like relationships, friendships and marriages. We seem to have become a society where it’s the norm to walk away when damage occurs to our web. “When the going gets tough, we take off;” has become our motto.

It’s often easier to walk away than to rebuild and there are times when it’s definitely appropriate to go. However, there are many times when we should stay and rebuild, making our situation better and stronger and sometimes even more beautiful.

This spider has become a reminder of the beautiful rewards that can come from commitment and from standing your ground. She’s a reminder that we should never give up. Think about that, the next time you see one. (Even if you don’t like spiders!)

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

The Waiting Place

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Waiting is something that we all have to do at one time or another. How we handle it is up to us.
Waiting is something that we all have to do at one time or another. How we handle it is up to us.

“You can get so confused that you’ll start into race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place….for people just waiting.” Dr. Seuss

In his book , Oh the Places You’ll Go!” Dr. Seuss describes the place where everyone is waiting on everything from a phone call, to a second chance, to a better break, to a wig with curls. We’ve all been there haven’t we?

We have had to wait to hear back from a job interview or medical test results. Depending on what we are waiting for, the wait can be excruciating. When we get some questionable medical news for example, we can have ourselves dead and buried in our own minds before our doctor has even read the scan. When we are forced to wait on something we deem life changing, we allow our imaginations to run wild.

There are other times when our period of waiting might not feel so urgent, but we get very weary of waiting just the same. There have definitely been times in my life when I desperately wanted a burning bush answer from God. I wanted Him to get on a megaphone and tell me exactly what to do. Should I stay? Should I go? Is now the time to make a move?

I often find myself very frustrated when I am in one of those uncertain situations and my constant requests for direction seem to be met with silence. I mean, doesn’t God want me to do His will? Is He not listening? Why won’t He tell me what to do?

Those are times when I really have to spend some quiet time in prayer and seek the Holy Spirit which provides us with patience and peace. God is always listening. Knowing that, is part of faith. He is also always working and always has a plan.

This is also a time when knowing scripture can give us hope. Knowing truths, like God’s ways are different from ours, and that there’s a time for everything, can be very comforting. Knowing there were people in the Bible like Joseph, who had to go through terrible hardship and wait for years, before God used him to save all of Israel, provides a certain amount of peace. God was at work through that entire ordeal.

There’s a certain amount of waiting that we all have to do on this side of eternity. The question we have to ask ourselves is are we willing to trust and be patient or are we going to run off half-cocked? If we know that God has our situation completely in His control, do we really have anything to fear? Should we allow ourselves to give into anger and frustration or are we willing to lean into His embrace as we confidently know as His children, “If God is for us who can be against us?”

I am painfully aware that this mindset is much easier said than done, but I think it’s one worth pursuing. Care to join me?

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Appreciating the Bare Spots

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This leafless limb always annoyed me when I looked out my window.
This leafless limb always annoyed me when I looked out my window.

There is a limb on an oak tree, outside my bathroom window, with no leaves on it. It annoys me every time I look out at the trees. It’s surrounded by limbs full of lush green leaves. Instead of appreciating all of the beautiful foliage that surrounds it, my eyes always seem to go directly to that bare spot. I wonder why it has to be there. It’s too high for my hubby to cut. Why can’t it just fall on its own?

My life can be like that too, I suppose. Everything can be going great. Everyone is healthy and relatively happy. (I do have teenagers!) Life can be overall really good, but there can be one small bare spot among all of the goodness and I can find myself focusing on that.

Perhaps you have experienced that too? Maybe everything is going great, but you hate your car. Maybe you have a great job, but you really dislike your boss or one of your co-workers. Maybe there’s a particular person in a club, group, or class that you are involved with, who aggravates you to no end. Maybe you have a job that pays very well, but offers you no satisfaction. The list is endless of the little things that we allow to consume our thoughts.

We can become so focused on the bare spots in our lives hat we start to miss all of the good things. We begin to forget all of the abundant blessings that we do have. Sometimes, there’s a good reason for those bare spots.

Look what I saw perched on that bare, unappealing limb.
Look what I saw perched on that bare, unappealing limb.

As I was gazing out the window this weekend, guess what I spied sitting on that leafless branch? Yes, that’s a hummingbird. I had to look closely to see it, but there it was. As I continued to watch, it flew away and returned over and over and its mate did as well.

So, all of this time that I had cursed this bare limb, it was providing perfect refuge for a tiny hummingbird. It couldn’t have provided rest for a hawk or an owl; they are too big and it would likely break under their weight, but it seemed to have been tailor- made for the hummingbird.

This got me to thinking about the bare spots in my life. What if there’s a reason that some things don’t go as perfectly as I plan in my own mind? What if God is using those spots that I see as bare, to create something else entirely? What if I were to learn to give thanks in all circumstances and know that God is always at work, and then intentionally focus on the abundance and all of the good?

Hey, there are two Bible verses there. “Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18 and “Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy- think about such things.” Philippians 4:8

Hmmm, I may be onto something here. What do you think about appreciating the bare spots or at least not focusing on them? I’d love to hear from you.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

Giving Thanks in All Circumstances

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Today, I'm thankful for a sink full of dirty dishes.
Today, I’m thankful for a sink full of dirty dishes.

Our dishwasher died last week. It gave us  no warning. We turned it on and it sounded like it was chopping up glass. It wouldn’t drain and the dishes were a mess. I am blessed to be married to a man who can fix just about anything. His mother was a child of the Great Depression and he grew up not throwing anything away.

He took the dish washer apart. He thought he had it fixed. I ran one load and then it got worse. If we called somebody out to fix it, there would be a trip charge of a hundred bucks. It was already nine years old; so we made the decision to go dishwasher shopping over the weekend.

I love modern appliances, but I hate spending money on them. You know, kind of like getting a new roof or new tires, they cost a lot of money and you never feel like you have much to show for it.

So, for almost a week, I have been doing dishes by hand at least three times a day and I have not been very happy about it. I don’t have a dish drainer, so they are spread out all over my counter tops. I’m having to wash dish towels all of the time because they are always wet.

While I was washing dishes for what seemed like the tenth time, the other day, I was praying about my attitude. I always try to look for the silver lining in every situation, but I was struggling to find one. As I was asking God how I could possibly be thankful in this situation, I could almost hear His quiet reply.

“At least you have dishes; some people don’t. At least you have food to go on those dishes and make them dirty; there are millions of people who are hungry.  At least you have clean running water. There are many people who don’t have access to clean water period, much less hot running water.”

I was humbled as I should have been. Of course, He was right. I was whining and complaining about such a small, insignificant problem in the big scheme of things. My life is pretty good. I have been blessed with abundance, but sometimes I forget.

The Bible tells us to, “Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

That is sometimes a tall order. It’s easy to be thankful when everything is going well, but when it’s not; that’s another story. We all struggle with being thankful when times are tough, but God knows that. He made us and He understands. It’s okay to fail; we just need to make an effort and remember to pray. Even when we don’t know how to pray, the Holy Spirit does and joy, patience and peace are some of the fruits of those prayers.

As for me, I’m thankful for the reminder to always give thanks. I’m supposed to get a new dishwasher delivered mid-week. Until then, I’m thankful for a sink full of dirty dishes.

Have you ever had a hard time being thankful? Did prayer help? I’d love to hear from you.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Teaching Trust

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Whenever I try to teach my kids to trust in God's plan, He always intervenes.
Whenever I try to teach my kids to trust in God’s plan, He always intervenes.

My kids started back to school today after a fabulous summer break. They were not happy. My son spent his last day of sweet summer with friends in the neighborhood, riding bikes and enjoying the outdoors. My daughter met some friends at a pool and then we added a few more and they convened in our basement to talk about the perils of school and how they dreaded it.

I had to run a quick errand to pick up some drum sticks for my son when my daughter called panicked. While she wasn’t happy about going back to school, she had what she considered, the perfect schedule. She had friends in every class and lunch with three of her besties. The girls had all checked the Power School app one more time and she discovered that her schedule had been changed. She had been taken out of math and put into chemistry. This also changed her lunch period.

It had been less than twenty-four hours since we attended the school open house and someone had changed her schedule. This may seem like a very minor issue, and to adults, it is, but to a high school sophomore, it was huge. She asked me to e-mail her adviser and I reminded her that I was driving. I suggested that she e-mail him.

She hates to deal with authority. She would much rather avoid conflict at all cost. Reluctantly, she agreed. I said a prayer for her at this point. I could feel God’s hand in this situation. She e-mailed her adviser and he e-mailed her right back. He was very kind and told her that he didn’t change her schedule, that one of the administrators did, probably to balance class size. He promised to look into it.

She worried all evening. I asked her if she had prayed about it and she said yes. Then I asked her if it ever occurred to her that God had a plan for her, that perhaps she was supposed to meet some new people in the chemistry class. There would be upperclassmen in there as well. I reminded her that when she got put into a group on her mission trip without her friends, she had the time of her life and was thrilled that she ended up where she did. She wasn’t convinced.

She went on to bed and this morning, she was surprisingly calm. I reminded her that life is full of curve balls and that everyone at some point in life, had something changed against their wishes. She e-mailed her adviser again and he asked her to speak to one of the assistant principals. She was super nervous about that, but she had also found a friend in the new class, a girl from church, a girl from our small group class last year. She decided that either way, things would be fine.

Teaching my teens to trust God is one of the most difficult tasks around. When the seemingly minutiae in life is a huge deal, it’s hard to show them that there is in fact, a bigger plan and that God has their best in mind. I find myself praying a lot about wisdom and the ability to show them the truth.

The thing is, when I pray about teaching them trust, God always comes through. After all, He wants them to learn about trusting Him too. I know that God doesn’t work like a genie and the answer to some prayers is no, but the fact that we talked about praying about it, and the fact that she dealt with her adviser herself and the fact that she decided it would be okay either way, had God’s fingerprints all over it.

In the end, she texted me that she was able to keep math and I said a prayer of thanks to the God who loves my children more than I do, as hard as that is for me to understand.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Here’s to New Beginnings

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What will you do today to celebrate the first day of the rest of your life?
What will you do today to celebrate the first day of the rest of your life?

I attended a retirement celebration for my Daddy on Saturday. I have to say that it really was a treat. Is was a rather informal affair. An invitation went out over the internet inviting all who worked with him or had worked with him to meet at a bar-b-cue restaurant in Macon. We were happy to drive down and participate.

What I wasn’t prepared for were the sixty plus people who showed up to bid him farewell. The sheer number made me incredibly proud of him. Then there were the gifts and presentations. There were more than a few people who shed some tears. My heart swelled with love for him as grown men dabbed at their eyes.

Most all of them commented on how much they would miss his smile. He worked there for eighteen years. I think to be remembered for his smile is a really awesome testament to him.

The evening wound down and we went back to my parents’ house. When we were sitting at the pool the next day, Daddy came walking out in his swim suit. I was pretty shocked. He works on keeping the pool perfect for swimming all of the time, but he rarely swims. He’s always too busy. He has worked his entire life and relaxing has never been something he is good at.

Imagine my surprise when he grabbed a float and tossed it in the pool. When he got in and got on it I was speechless. (a fairly rare occurrence for me)  Of course, I had to get the camera and snap some shots. When I finished, I told my mom how shocked I was.

She leaned over and told me, “I told him when he got up this morning that today was the first day of the rest of his life, that he better get up and start enjoying it and that he needed to put on his suit and come out to the pool.”

Those were wise words to be sure. We have all heard them before; but that doesn’t make them any less true. Everyday that we wake up and get out of bed is the first day of the rest of our lives. It’s a brand new chance to eat better, exercise, be a better spouse, be a better friend, call an old friend, spend more time with family, read the Bible or talk to God.

Every morning when we wake up, we have concrete proof that God is not finished with us yet. We have work to do and dreams to pursue.

New beginnings can be scary. We are starting a new school year this week. New jobs can be scary or new relationships. New chapters can be scary. But they can be exciting too and they can be fun.

Daddy’s zest for the first day of the rest of his life has inspired me to play more and smile more and not to be afraid to take the plunge, whatever that may be. The Bible tells us there is a time for everything.

I challenge you to say a prayer and find what your time is today and jump in. There’s no time like the present.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Embracing the Broken-Spirited and Broken-Hearted

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It's easy to identify people with broken bodies, but what about those with broken hearts?
It’s easy to identify people with broken bodies, but what about those with broken hearts?

Our children’s pastor, Anne, delivered our sermon on Sunday. Not being a regular pastor, she a had a ton of tiny nuggets to share on familiar scripture, from a new and fresh perspective. I enjoyed it so much, I thought I would share some of her insight here.

The sermon came from Matthew, Chapter 13 and it was on the parable of the wheat and the weeds. Jesus loved to tell stories with layers of meanings using metaphors that common people could understand. The snapshot is that a farmer planted good seed, but during the night his enemy came and planted weeds. When the plants began to grow, the workers couldn’t tell the wheat from the weeds, (the good from the bad). When they asked the farmer if they should pull the weeds, he told them no that it would be too easy to uproot the wheat as well. He said to let it all grow together until the harvest and it would be separated then.

Anne pointed out that we all have within us wheat and weeds. None of us are perfect. We all struggle with our own metaphorical weeds. But, sometimes we are not able to truly discern good from bad. For example, what if God put it in your heart to be angry about a situation so you could work on changing it? If you decided all anger is bad, you would have pulled wheat instead of a weed.

Likewise, if we know that we have a serious weed that we need to work on, we need to accept that we can’t pull it alone. We need to ask for God’s help.  She said true change comes from our hearts with God’s help.

Anne said we must surrender our hearts to God first and then ask about the weeds. Jesus said that we weren’t just supposed to go around haphazardly pulling them.

Another layer that she discussed was the people around us. It’s easy to look around and call out the people who we see as weeds. You know the ones, the constant complainers, the ones who are always angry, or the people who are never satisfied. It’s very tempting to write them off. I mean, what are they doing to contribute to society or to the Kingdom of God?

It was in the next sentences that God revealed a personal weed to me. Anne said, what if these people just need someone to reach out to them and ask them what is going on in their lives? What if they are having marital problems, family problems, money problems, etc.. What if they are broken- spirited and broken- hearted?

Ouch! I really struggle with this. I am a very positive person, a glass half-full kind of gal. When I encounter super negative people, I just smile politely and walk away. Who needs that kind of negativity? Right? But, what if those people just need a positive person to listen to them and share encouraging words of love and grace? What if they need someone to pray for them? How will I know their need, if I avoid them like the plague?

I’m going to work on this particular weed. I’m thankful that Anne preached on Sunday and I’m thankful for her insight. Most of all, I’m thankful for a loving and patient God who is always at work in helping me get it right.

What about you? Are there any weeds you should work on? God is ready when you are.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

It is Well With My Soul

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The famous hymn, "It is Well with My Soul," was penned in 1873.
The famous hymn, “It is Well with My Soul,” was penned in 1873.

We had a substitute preacher last Sunday and he did a musical sermon. He would give background on some well-known old hymns and then the choir would sing them and sometimes he would call on the congregation to sing along. It was a moving experience. It kind of reminded me of the old-fashioned revivals from my childhood.

The story behind the hymn, “It is Well with My Soul,” really stuck with me, so much so, that I did a little research on it myself.

It was written by a man named Horatio Spafford in 1873. He was a wealthy man who was a lawyer. By all accounts, he was a great person. He and his wife had five children, one boy and four girls. In 1870 their only son died of Scarlet Fever. In 1871, he was ruined financially by the Great Chicago Fire. He had placed most of his investments in real estate and lost almost everything.

He and his wife were said to have worked tirelessly with the homeless after the fire. There were ninety thousand homeless at the time. In 1873, his wife, Anna’s health was failing and it was suggested that she travel to England. He was going to accompany her and their four girls, but at the last minute had to remain in Chicago for business.

During the voyage over the Atlantic, the passenger liner was struck by an iron ship and rapidly sunk. All four daughters were killed. His wife Anna survived and sent him a telegram that simply said, “Saved alone….”

On his voyage to meet his beloved wife, the captain had him summoned to the bridge and told him that this was the spot where the ship went down. It was in those moments that the words to the hymn came to him.

Are your tears flowing yet? Can you imagine the pain this man was enduring, but still had the faith and trust in God to say, “It is well with my soul?” It’s easy to praise God when everything is going well. It’s easy to yell “hallelujah!” when we are on top. But, how do we do when we are at rock bottom.

Horatio hung onto his faith. He was blessed with three more children, one they named Grace, and he and his wife moved to Jerusalem and helped found a group called the American Colony. Its mission was to serve the poor.

Like Job, Horatio refused to curse God. His faith never wavered. He and his wife clung together and continued to serve and we have one of the most beautiful hymns ever written to remember him by. What a beautiful legacy.

Is it well with your soul? If not, say a prayer, seek God. No matter the circumstances, it can be well with your soul. Horatio’s story is proof.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Why Settle for 20/40 When You Can Have 20/10?

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There's an awful lot of beauty out there. Why miss any of it?
There’s a whole lot of beauty out there. Why miss any of it?

I recently made an appointment for my daughter to see an optometrist. She has headaches fairly often and is going into tenth grade. That was the year I had to get glasses. I come from a long line of visually impaired folks. My mama has worn glasses practically her entire life. My brother and sister had to get glasses in early elementary school. It was just a matter of time, I suppose, until I had to join the glasses wearing world.

I remember the doctor telling me that my vision was 20/40. It wasn’t bad. He suggested that I wear glasses in class to see the board and simply take them off when class was over. I remember vividly my fifteen-year-old reply to that. “I’m not wearing glasses.” He didn’t skip a beat and said, “Okay, we will put you in contact lenses.”

I have worn contact lenses for close to thirty years now and here’s what I’ve learned. When you wear contact lenses, your vision is super crisp. They can correct it to something like 20/10 which is better than perfect vision. Once you can see the world with that super sharp vision, you aren’t willing to settle for less. 20/20 really isn’t good enough anymore.

My daughter has been willing to settle for daily headaches. She has been comfortable with taking ibuprofen daily. But, why settle, when you don’t have to?

I think our faith walk is the same way. We can attend church fairly regularly and read the Bible and pray sporadically. We can know and accept the love of Jesus, but continue to hold him at arm’s length. We can choose to seek him during holidays and when times are tough. We can have that kind of relationship, but why would we settle for that?

God can be like those distant cousins that we see at the yearly family reunion or He can be our daily guide to life. The choice is ours. The story of the Prodigal Son is evidence that He will take us back, but why settle for less than an everyday, crisp faith walk?

Why miss out on the peace that “passeth all understanding,” that comes from close relationship with God? Why miss out on the beauty of grace that come from walking with Jesus, not just from visiting with him sporadically? Why miss out on the love and joy that comes from close relationship?

I think we are better off with the attitude of that fifteen- year- old which meant putting contacts in first thing in the morning and wearing them until bed time and totally appreciating the beauty and wonder that would have been missed without them.

Let’s go for 20/10 and see what happens. I bet we will be wonderfully surprised at the clarity we get, not to mention the fantastic scenery. What do you think? I’d love to hear from you.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂