Archive for March, 2010

Your Precious, Precious Things

March 26, 2010

Have you ever thought about what you would be willing to trade your things for?

Would you trade them for happiness?

Would you trade them for freedom?

I often find, as I council people on living their dreams, that their “things” are the main obstacle in achieving the life that would ‘make their heart sing.’ Their souls long for the dream and yet they are willing to give it up to hold onto “their things.”

We all do this to a certain extent. But, think about it for a minute.

Didn’t you buy those “things” because you thought they would make you happy?

And now? 

Are they actually making you happy or….. Are they a barrier to happiness? Real happiness.

Are you loaded down in debt for things you would, if allowed to choose, sacrifice in a moment if you knew you could have that DREAM?

Choose the dream! Find a way to unburden your life of the “things” you now know were a substitute for the ‘real happiness.’

You know, you can sell that big house with its huge mortgage. If you have some equity in it, you can pay off some of your other debts.  Maybe all of them.

Do you even have any idea how it would feel to be free? Really free to live that dream.

Be creative. Instead of saying “I can’t have the life I want”, ask a different question.

Ask, “How could I change my life so that I can live the one I really want?”

And magically, your life will change.  Real happiness is there, on the horizon.  You’ve only to see it with new eyes and a new perspective.

Just Stay

March 3, 2010

We’ve all heard that everything happens for a reason.

I think the universe is perfectly designed in such a way that there is no encounter and no experience that is an accident. And, even more amazing than that. That there is a blessing in every moment, no matter what it looks like at the time. God is working His magic in our lives every second of every day.

I normally write original content for my blog, but today I just had to share this story that I received in an email. In my searches, I could not find who wrote it or whose story it actually is. It is so powerful in its message of blessing that I could not resist sharing it with you.

Just Stay

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.  “Your son is here,” she said to the old man.
 She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened.
 Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
 The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength.  

Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
 He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious to her and of the night noises of the hospital – the clanking of the oxygen  tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the  cries and moans of the other patients.
 Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
 Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
 Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
 “Who was that man?” he asked.
 The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered.

 “No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied. “I never saw him before in my life.”
 “Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”
 “I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t here.  When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.

 I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to
 inform him. What was this gentleman’s name?

 The nurse with tears in her eyes answered,  Mr. William Grey………….
 The next time someone needs you … just be there.  Just stay.