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Will You Dance With Me?

by BlondieWrites on September 6, 2009

(Sent to me in an email…)

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t have it on their schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back.. From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible. How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn’t suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word ‘refrigeration’ mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ‘Jeopardy’ on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, ‘How about going to lunch in a half hour? She would gas up and stammer, ‘I can’t. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain.’ And my personal favorite: ‘It’s Monday.’ She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

We’ll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We’ll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet… We’ll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of ‘I’m going to,’ ‘I plan on,’ and ‘Someday, when things are settled down a bit.’

Oh how much in life and love we miss out on because we won’t take the time for someone, because of our stubborn pride, because we just won’t make the effort, because it might shake up our precious routine….

When anyone calls my ’seize the moment’ friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years I love ice cream. It’s just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

Now…..go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to…….not something on your SHOULD DO list.

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting? Is pride in the way? Fear of rejection?

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly?

When you ask ‘ How are you?’ Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head?

Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do it tomorrow.’ And in your haste, not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say ‘Hi?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift…..Thrown away……. Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.

To those I have in my heart, I cherish you and appreciate all you do.

Life may not be the party we hoped for… but while we are here we might as well dance!

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True Strength

by BlondieWrites on September 4, 2009

Anyone can give up. It’s the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together, when everything seems like falling apart, that’s true strength!

Who are the thieves of peace? Why is peace lost in relationships? Complaints, guilt and comparisons are the main destroyers of peace. Instead of complaining, share newness. Instead of looking for someone to blame, take responsibility for improving the situation. Instead of comparing yourself to others, value the good that is in them.

See through God’s eyes and feel through God’s heart and you will appreciate the value of every soul including yourself.

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Thanks for Your Time

by BlondieWrites on September 2, 2009

A young man learns what’s most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important…Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step
held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture…. Jack stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box? ” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was it was the thing he valued most”, Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

“Mr. Harold Belser” it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.”

A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.

Inside he found these words engraved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser.”

“The thing he valued most…was…my time.”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.

“Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.

“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said.

“Oh, by the way, Janet…thanks for your time!”

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.”

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Who are you leaving behind? Who are you too busy for? How many friends and family are you walking away from because you don’t have time for them anymore?

Thank you for your time…..

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Oiling Rusty Hinges

by BlondieWrites on September 2, 2009

Have you ever been a victim of the silent treatment? Has someone you care about refused to talk to you because of some real or imagined slight? Or perhaps you’ve been the perpetrator, refusing to talk to someone who has angered you by their words or actions.

Slamming the door shut on lines of communication may feel satisfactory for a moment, but like any door left unused, the hinges will grow rusty, the lock will stick, and the key will get lost. Then, when you want to start using the door again, it will be almost impossible to pry it open.

If you and someone you care about are on opposite sides of a stuck door, what better time than today to open the door? You may feel it’s their responsibility to make the first move…and it may be…but take the initiative anyway. If you don’t feel you can make contact in person, write a letter. You don’t have to apologize or rehash old events. Just say you’ve missed them and would like to start over. Even if they don’t respond, you will have the satisfaction of knowing that you’ve oiled the hinges from your side of the door.

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God Heals Hearts

by BlondieWrites on August 27, 2009

Hearts get broken. It’s one of the things that we face in life. Whether our hearts are broken by the loss of a loved one through death, a breakup with a boyfriend or girlfriend, a marriage shattered by cheating, a divorce, the loss of a friend… a broken heart hurts. Where once was a heart filled with joy and love is a heart that is torn, shattered, broken, in dispair. Then we are left wondering how to go on, what to do, how to make it through each day.

There is no doubt that a broken heart leaves a person also broken. Often after a broken heart, we don’t want to try again, we don’t want to have a reason to go on, we see only more hurt in the future if we trust again or open our hearts up again. Often we just give up. Our lives become not living, but a mere existance.

Having a broken heart isn’t the end, though. It doesn’t mean life is over. It does mean hurt, yes. It does mean pain, yes. Loss and grief do hurt! But I am here to tell you that there is hope, there is reason to go on, there is reason to start over, there is reason to live and be happy again.

God heals hearts! He doesn’t promise us we won’t go through pain and grief and sorrow. But He does promise to never leave us. A broken heart can be mended, and it can be healed. God is the Great Healer. He can fill our hearts again with joy and laughter and happiness. We just have to open up to Him and let Him in. And where He is, there will also Love be.

When the trials of life get us down, we have somewhere to turn. We can turn to God. When we put our hearts out there loving and caring, and our hearts get broken, God is there to put us back together again, to heal us, to make us whole again.

This life isn’t perfect. And things are going to happen that tear at our hearts. There is just no getting away from that in this life. Accidents happen, death calls, people leave us, people use us, people hurt us… hearts get broken. But if we let God lead us, if we trust in God, if we allow Him to heal us, He will heal our hearts.

I know that God heals hearts, because He has healed mine. I didn’t do it. No human did it. God healed my heart and he will heal yours too. Just let Him in.

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