Breathe like you mean it

Cat in a window

 

(photo: Last night at school. Cats are not very good swimmers.)

Let’s get drunk on love.

Six days until the Messiah comes.

Hmmm, Messiah.

Can this even be comprehended?

Not really.

But when we try to as desperately as trying to reach the water’s surface for our next breath, we get really, really close.

Breathe like you mean it.

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Shepherd of our soul

Disney, Conference, Speakers

 

(photo: Christmas concert)

Some pound their chest. Others simply smile and walk in Peace.

The joy of knowing one is loved by God and saved by Christ must be seen at least in a sense of peace, if not a smile. – Pope Francis

Constant joy, in spite of the world’s fighting, is possible. But it’s an inside job. One we would die for.

Live your life so that if anyone ever said anything bad about you, no one would believe it. – jn

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Worship like you mean it

Mid Life Celebration, the book
First the bear, now the book – they go everywhere, like a wallet

 

Christmas is five days away. We come to know the true meaning of it when we consciously celebrate it all day.

Everyday.

Live like you mean it.

Worship like you mean it.

All day.

Everyday.

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What’s your favorite Christmas or Holiday song?

 

What’s your favorite Christmas or Holiday song?

Being inspired should never be a random moment.

Dad was a professional drummer. Growing up His son was always referred to as ‘Jack’s boy’.

Grammy-in-law’s favorite song was Little Drummer Boy.

Amazing Pentatonix version of Little Drummer Boy, because it’s Mid Life Celebration’s favorite, and stumbled upon it after Thanksgiving dinner last night.

Simplicity, intentionality, focus, purpose.

Changes. You.

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101 days later

Christmas evening 2012, 9:44pm…

Cheryl and Chapin in bed, and as I was readying myself for day’s end, the gentle tug of integrity.

You have five daily, differently-themed blogs to write, I heard my conscious whisper.

Do what you say you’re gonna do.

You’re good with yourself, right?

No one would know if we didn’t. Classic temptation. Right?

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