One of the best gifts I ever received as a young teen was a punching bag. I’m convinced it saved me from other outlets I could’ve explored when things weren’t going my way.
Friends, the anger of many is real—fresh, and painful—after this presidential election. Grieving is, and should be, part of the process when a dream hasn’t come true, or maybe has just been delayed.
My social media prediction was proved right, unfortunately. (You can read it here.) People who were on speaking terms two days ago are throwing virtual uppercuts at each other today—the Internet, splayed open with the stench of hate. And sadly, those who are claiming to be all about love are showing quite the opposite.
But we’re human. I get it.
Emotions run deep, yes?
Do stand for what you believe. That’s your right. It’s your freedom in this land we share together. But it’s the manner of our standing that will bring about change. Lasting change.
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To know you’re not forgotten. You have a gift. You have talents. You have a purpose. And you are needed. Desperately.
But negative agreements we’ve made, subtle lies often buried deep, rooted in our past, are telling us otherwise.
I had the privilege to shine a little light—7 Daily Affirmations for Finishing Well—on issues we all face that have kept us sidelined for long enough, and truths that will get you back in the race. And finishing well.
You can listen to part two of this two part series in the player window below. If the player is not shown, you can also click here to listen.
Thanks again to Beyond the Veil Fellowship Church in Evansville, Indiana, for allowing me to share this important message. (To listen to part one, The Evidence Is All Around, click here.)
Not all cowboys are born in the West, but its wildness whirls as deep in his soul as the great eddies of the Colorado. Dreams as wide as the high prairies. Ideas grand as the Rockies. His common sense, like a crystal stream, cuts through life’s cumbersome valleys and ravines.
Dusty, dirty, weathered and leathered, the cowboy is not perfect. He is, however, a good man.
Gomez Ramesh invited me to his home for Tandoori Chicken with a side of something resembling creamed spinach. I was a single twenty year-old at the time, serving in the U.S. Air Force in Colorado Springs, and I’d never heard of Tandoori anything, but the red-colored roasted chicken on a bed of grilled onions looked and smelled amazing.
Gomez motioned me to sit at the dinner table, and his wife, Lily, did the same.
After exchanging pleasantries and watching Gomez and Lily dip flat pieces of bread in a light-green cucumbery sauce—to which I followed suit—I noticed a picture of Jesus on the wall. In my ignorance, I had presumed Gomez and Lily were of another faith, and so I inquired.
I was half correct. Gomez was a Hindu, and Lily, a Catholic.
I had to take a little time off from blogging the past few weeks to make extra time for life. We have to do that sometimes—take time off, from activities we’d like to be doing for those commitments we need to be doing (and those can be one and the same). But that’s not a bad thing. When we’re feeling wound up (or wound down), it’s an invitation. Not to live less, but more.
I’m writing this from the San Diego International Airport as I’m nearing the end of several strenuous weeks. High school graduation parties. Youth baseball games. College application work for our oldest son. My daughter’s dance recital. A full work schedule including a week of travel. Writing a book. And then some.
Life at digital speed. But the problem is we are not wired to run like computers. This past week in San Diego reminded me of that. It had nothing to do with the location, but it had everything to do with a break in my routine.