Shared thoughts and lessons on pursuing a well-lived life.
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I imagine how hard it must be for my mom to have to take care of four boys in the family. There’s always dirty laundry scattered across the house. The beds are not made. Farting contests are not unusual. And the boys seem to still need “target training”, as evidenced by wet toilet seats. My two brothers, my dad, and I might as well be the worst nightmare for a woman who pays particular attention to cleanliness.
In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility. (Eleanor Roosevelt) I honestly feel like we’ve only celebrated New Year’s Eve yesterday, but February’s already just a week away. I don’t know about you but when days go by this quickly, it’s sometimes hard to say how much of a difference a year makes in
Then Isaiah said to Hezekiah, “Hear the word of the LORD: Behold, the days are coming, when all that is in your house, and that which your fathers have stored up till this day, shall be carried to Babylon. Nothing shall be left, says the LORD. And some of your own sons, who shall be born to you, shall be taken away, and they shall be eunuchs in the palace of the king of Babylon.”
I have been thinking about elevators lately, and have found it amusing how we have grown so accustomed to them. They’ve become a natural part of everyday life that we almost never experience anymore the wonder of entering a ‘box’ on one floor and exiting to a totally different floor. We just trust that when the elevator doors close, they’ll soon open to a different world; and we trust without ‘seeing’ the lift take place
Very few religious writers, preachers, and evangelists today still stir the soul the same way C.H. Spurgeon was able to do so with his sermons. Yet even fewer are those who are able to do so and in humility still manage to say something like this: “We say further, prefer the Scriptures even to all religious books. We say this of the best book, and sermons… … Read the Bible more, and do not care
This is a great poem by C.T. Studd, a missionary to China, India, and Africa. Only One Life C.T. Studd “Two little lines I heard one day,Traveling along life’s busy way; Bringing conviction to my heart, And from my mind would not depart; Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last. Only one life, yes only one, Soon will its fleeting hours be done; Then, in ‘that day’