Photo from a friend’s Facebook update. Frankl was in a Nazi Concentration Camp.
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.
Friday night with the plumber, just getting it all done
Sacrifices are relative.
Avoiding every temptation to complain about ours.
Just keep counting blessings.
It’s the only antidote.
Florida Sand Hill Crane feather
No run this morning but a nice leisurely walk with the Family pet
Not only a morning walk, but a canine neighbor meet & greet
So richly blessed. To live life without complaints. Perhaps this is a version of wealth – an overabundance of peace.
Frequent travelers need every comfort they can manage – to stay well
Dear Heavenly Father, help me to not be one of those people.
Inequity causes confusion. And temps a strong complaint.
Not today devil. Not today.
A beautifully and inviting front yard doe not mean the owner isn’t dying inside
the people that don’t ask how’s he’s doing don’t care. Pausing for a moment in our time together yesterday, I asked myself the obvious question, “Is he correct?”
The answer sounded like this:
that sounds like a close-minded statement
maybe he’s right
maybe he’s wrong
is he feeling sorry for himself?
does he have any idea countless others have it worse?
does he have any idea how deep and broad my pain is?
In conclusion, everyone is fighting a tough battle. Some feel like victims, and some feel compelled to feel thankful.
We typically grow weary of others who predictably suck our energy and rarely re-inflate it.