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Five daily blogs about life's 5 big choices on five different sites.
Dear runner with lofty dreams, very sorry to hear about the recent injury (still undiagnosed) that has prevented you from maximizing your training in the final month leading up to the 2015 Masters Track & Field National Championships.
Here’s God’s advice:
Get over it.
To complain is to fail.
Count your blessings.
There are many.
By the time you finish thinking about all of them, your injury will be healed and there will be another race to run.
You’re welcome.
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Are you planning to rethink life today?
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We’ve heard the phrase, God wastes nothing. What does that mean exactly?
For starters it means everything that happens – good or not so good – is meant to help us:
Whether we grow or learn is 100% our responsibility.
Bad things happen to everyone.
No one likes reading an overflowing inbox. And add to that having to deal with tough emails that are difficult, time consuming, or tragic. Good grief Charlie Brown.
Every single thing that happens to us can teach us or grow us.
But if we looked at it that way, we’d have nothing to complain about.
God wastes nothing.
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The real definition of blessings?
Blessed means happiness.
Then are we not happy beyond measure?
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Worthy is the Lamb who was slain.
These five daily posts are always real life in real time.
Left the house this morning before writing a single blog post. Why? A 7:15am Quest Diagnostics appointment for annual blood work. Slept in until 6:15am to get eight hours sleep. Little time to do much except have a cup of hot water and get ready to leave for the appointment.
Writing now, while most people still haven’t started work yet.
When a confident, self-assured person takes it to a new level, things get worse for unhappy people. But for grateful happy people, it gets better for them. Yesterday’s standing ovation from the first post Disney speech was an incredible, unexpected gift on multiple levels.
Saying that to tell you this. While having an genuine conversation during the blood draw, the phlebotomist shared that her 32-year old daughter and 33-year old son-in-law left their three children at home and went out to celebrate Mother’s Day in 2006. Because of a drunk driver, they never returned home.
My response? A gasp, an unbearable weight, and a few tears. A solemn reminder that the value of a single day rarely reveals itself.
She is thankful for her three grandchildren, the oldest a United States Marine.
We come to know the true meaning of our birth when we learn to celebrate it everyday. All day.
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