Mid Life Celebration from Pixar?
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By the way, this is a t-shirt design in the same room as the Winnie the Pooh t-shirt.
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Mid Life Celebration from Pixar?
Yes.
By the way, this is a t-shirt design in the same room as the Winnie the Pooh t-shirt.
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This website is about our SPIRIT. To enjoy today’s post about our WORK, click here.
Who would have ever thought Rock and Roll and Christian music would go together?
Help me to stay focused and disciplined until i am a soul on fire.
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Each day when we act with authenticity and serve whenever we can, wherever we can, however we can, to as many people as we can, as often as we can, we are restoring our own soul.
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Dear Lord, help me help my stupid self perfectly imperfect self. I pray dear Lord, my soul you’ll keep.
Insight: You can never get in trouble for making a mistake while trying to do the right thing.
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What’s your favorite Christmas song of all time?
I mean, if you could only pick one, what would it be?
My wife’s Grammy, who died in my arms at age 93, always said Little Drummer Boy was her favorite. She went to Heaven in September 1989.
It never occurred to me back then to ask her why. Why would it have occurred to me?
Well, all these years later, “Why?” is a fun and purposeful question.
Why do you enjoy your favorite Christmas song? For no reason? Or, for some special or purposeful reason.
Hey, I realize some of you may say, “Jeff, not everything has to have a purpose.”
Right. And this is the fundamental difference between those that drift through life and those that make a difference.
I enjoy listening to “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer” as much as anyone. It’s funny, unexpected, and way not serious.
But Little Drummer Boy is not only Grammy’s favorite, but mine as well. Why? because I Look for little ways to help our son understand his family’s history.
His Grandfather, Jack (not the bear), my Dad, was a drummer. He started playing drums from the moment he could hold drumsticks in his hands.
He hitch-hiked 100 miles to Philadelphia, from his row-home in Spring Grove, Pennsylvania, just so he could take drum lessons from a particularly talented drummer.
He played drums in the Army band while stationed in Japan, during the Korean War.
He taught 30-minute drum lessons Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, 4:00pm – 8:00pm, year round.
He played gigs on Friday and Saturday nights, year round.
As a young man, he had business cards printed. His title – “Drummer”.
From one stupid little Christmas song, a piece of our son’s family history is told, year after year.
But only if I put some thought into it.
And at Christmas, as it is all year round, it’s the thought that counts.