Thoughts on Love and Gratitude

Love doesn’t make the world go around. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.

~Franklin Jones

Read this quote on a fellow blogger's site today. Something to ponder.

Love is motivating me and giving me much direction today...consciously. I guess the world would go around without love since hate creates movement also. But, yes, love does make the ride worthwhile. Love is all around me and it does make going to sleep tonight worthwhile and waking tomorrow (God willing) worthwhile.

Love.

I am grateful for love, the love I receive and the love I am able to give. God is love.
I am grateful for my wonderful family...no matter where they live.
I am grateful for a free lunch at work today - one of the benefits of working for a doctor's office! Got to love those drug reps! Taco Salad was tasty, thank you!
I am grateful that I enjoy my job...even my new job, and look forward to going back tomorrow.
I am grateful for Flexible Benefits Accounts. I will make a deposit tomorrow that will replace monies spent out of pocket. I hope to move the dollars to our savings account.
I am grateful for being able to save...no matter if we spend it on a trip to the Grand Canyon, or Vietnam, I am grateful for the fact that I can save!
I am grateful for the ability to block email addresses. The fact that anyone can invade my home, and my serenity at the click of a "send" button is disturbing. I am grateful for "block" and boundaries.
I am grateful knowing that even though things have changed, I know there is still a bond of love in relationships that are broken. I know it in my heart. ( 143, forever. I know you read this)
I am grateful for the rain, even though I am tired of it...the thunder that roars as I type this lures me to my bed.
I am grateful for the freedom to go to bed when I am tired.

Which is what I am going to do.
Bring on the thunderstorm, God!
A loud lullaby is exactly what I need.

Grateful!

I Close My Eyes

Well, I did it. I took the writer's challenge at a blog that I have been lurking around for some time. I found this blog through Laura at Wellblog 's place and have been enthralled ever since. I have dabbled in poetry on and off. Written some invitations, cards, and even a few song lyrics (for fun) but have been hesitant to post any. (roaring lion? see below post ) With the encouragement of a friend, I decided to take the challenge on L.L.Barkat's blog, in a lesson on seeing. I chose a subject that is cherished, a memory that was real and something close to my heart. The beach. Many, many days were spent at the beach in the 12 years I lived on the Southern Virginia coast. The memories are real, and when.......... I close my eyes and I can still see the beach. The endless spans of water Sometimes blue, green, or gray. It moves Gently and Violently Bubbles rise and falling forward. On and on. I close my eyes and I can still hear the crash Of tidal movement As earth slowly spi...

Friday Fill Ins

1. I'm PMS-ing , I'm excited , I am feeling out of balance . 2. Why do I have short legs and not tall, thin ones ? 3. How does this surrender stuff really work , anyway? 4. Every morning, I put make-up on my face . 5. I consider myself lucky because I have God in my life . 6. One day we’ll see Jesus face to face! 7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to meeting Lelia and Kelley in person , tomorrow my plans include Step Study Class, shopping with my daughter, worship service , and dinner with friends (and maybe seeing Lelia and Kelley again) and Sunday, I want to work in my yard a little bit! For More Fun Friday Fill Ins click here!

A Promise is a Promise (Grand Canyon)

Many years ago, I am guessing about 19 of them, our family visited the Grand Canyon for one day, on the way home from a trip to California to visit family. Our eldest son was around 11, our middle one around 9, and our baby was a little over a year old. Our boys wanted desperately to hike into the canyon, but our oldest one especially so. He pleaded and my husband and I held firm our "No" as our youngest was too young and we were not outfitted for such an adventure. I promised that we would return one day. A few months later we moved to the East Coast of Virginia. Not planned when we stood at the edge of the canyon and that promise was made. And the many times we planned vacation time to the beach, our son reminded me of that promise to go the the Grand Canyon. Time flew quickly and years later we had not returned to the Grand Canyon. But, we did move to Texas and as we looked at spending time as a family, our oldest son brought this promise bac...

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