Yesterday was an incredible day for me. Not because I did something I had long since dreamed of doing, or because I realized any looming goal I may have set for myself and not because nothing negative occurred.

In fact, yesterday was quite normal in most every sense of the word. I woke up before the alarm went off - bah hum bug. One of the boys was late coming up to check in. I had forgotten to go the bread store for Entenmanns famous pastries the night before while in Denver, to take to the church breakfast following sunrise service on Sunday. Therefore, Mom ended up baking all morning long. We were out of milk so she had to improvise. All of which in turn caused us to be running late to town for Easter shopping. The funds are low a week earlier than pay day arrives. The kids are lagging on their chores. The sun was out but it was windy. We were later than the boys in getting home from Easter shopping from starting late. I forgot to call in a prescription which means I have to make another trip on another day. Two of the boys had issues with one another of which I had to unpleasantly mediate. The banker was gone for the day before the guys got there to give him the extra information on the house project. Sounds like a picture perfect day to you? NOT! LoL

There is more! My new car was being worked on (new brakes and shocks since the steering has remained a bit squirrelly even after fixing the leak in the power steering) so I had to drive Ron's truck. That's not soooo bad, but I have to admit, I’ve come to like my new car that I was so vehemently upset over a few weeks back.

After shocks and brakes, though better, there was still an issue with the front end. Therefore, lo and behold after further checking, the ball joints needed to be replaced and they are doing an alignment. I know what you're thinking, that car must have turned out to be the money pit from Hadie... but not really. In fact, the only thing remaining at this time to do is tires and those that are on it now are not horrible... I'm thinking fall or before winter really hits again... However, Ron is thinking maybe sooner than later.

So, was it an exceptional day where life as usual didn't befall us? Nope, sure wasn't! It was a day like many others that we all face in life.

However, speaking of Ron and the tires before next winter.... I'm wondering what date and time my husband was abducted by aliens and what they did with him???? I told him this last night as he was taking the family to CiCi's for dinner.

He asked "You mean the last day or two?" I think he was contributing it to having more than a day in a row off in several months.

However, I told him "NO! For the past several weeks!!!" <>

I then told him the scariest part of the possibility of the abduction theory is that I'm afraid they may bring him back... That is, the aliens who abducted him and left this imposter in his place. lol He’s been simply charming…
He smiled warmly and told me that wasn't very nice. Of course, we laughed and how refreshing was that. I wonder why the change? Then I ask is it him or is it me?

Okay, so I know what you're thinking by now! Ah ha, she had a great day because her husband made her happy. Nope! That isn't it, but it was a nice attribute after all. However, he simply doesn't have the power to control my happiness or lack there of. No one does have such power over anyone unless it is given to them!

We can't even contribute the wonderful day to the fact that NASCAR season is fully under way for the season. For those who don't know this little tad-bit of information, they don't race on Easter weekend. Though I frowned when I recalled there would be no races on the TV when checking in for qualifying results yesterday; but I truly respect the fact they don't race on this, the holiest of weekends.

Ah... You think you have it figured out now, right? You suppose that I am so into this whole holiday thing that it must be the explanation for the good day... To be honest, I am into Easter but in a more solemn sense of the word. So, wrong again!

You see, I had to ask some of the same questions. Why was it such an above normal day if all the normal things of life still came our way? Sure, those reasons above all have a place in the time machine of happiness, but why did they amount to anything more than they would on any other given day?

While I was writing a very long email to a very dear friend and after I had completed it late last night, I was pondering the reality of the day. I also considered some of which I had shared with her. What was so different this time around? To be honest with you, I have been considering these things quite a little bit in the days and weeks of recent.

I hear a few snickers here and there when I admit my resolution for the year. I suppose it would sound a bit out of the range of what most people, including me would pursue as a resolution.

Not to lose weight, though the thought has crossed my mind more than once or twice over the past many years. It wasn't to get organized, though I probably should have considered that one. It wasn't to ride horses more or ever again... Even though there are 25 of them outside my door. And it wasn't to renew goals or dreams of old... It wasn't to find myself, though I've been looking for sometime.

Nope, it was nothing so profound as the obvious things in life. Instead, it was to quit cursing.

Some might say I didn't cuss much anyway, but I know it was more than I used too. I also realized it was becoming an anger management tool instead of a get some ones attention tool. It was becoming a part of who I was, a piece of my identity of which I didn't like!

When all this hit me was the latter part of 07' when I realized I was looking at a stranger in the mirror. A person I wasn't too sure I really wanted to be around, much less have to live with on a 24/7 basis.

As I took a closer look and inventoried my life and surroundings I realized the emotional calluses that had formed and the layers that were building up.

Have you ever had a pedicure? If not, I highly recommend doing it at least once in your life! However, I compare the realization to this. The bottoms of my feet start to toughen; the skin gets rough and creates layers to protect the more tender skin beneath.

There are many ways to remedy this, from store bought creams to stones that gently massage the rough, dead skin away. The best by far is a pedicure. With a good soak in warm water with special skin conditioners gently massaging and softening your feet in a hydro tub designed specifically for this purpose. Then the artist goes to work, whittling and working away like a sculptor peeling away the layers to form the work of art.

Okay, my feet are anything but a work of art, no offense to God here... But it's sort of like that. When it's all said and done the roughness is gone, the feet look about twenty years younger and even tempt you to wear sandals out of season. They are a softer, more appealing element of ones body following such a treatment. When complete, one can even recognize them as the limbs they have come to know over the years past. lol

So it was with me, but I didn't realize just how crusty I had become. The only thing initially obvious was the cursing, specifically when hurt or angry. So I decided it had to go.

I'm still working on the occasional slip ups here and there. Like when I went to shake the milk carton and the lid wasn't on.... Not a biggie really, but I'm still working on it. It isn't about becoming self righteous or holier than thou. In fact, not at all! I would not and could not judge anyone else who curses... That isn't the point.

However, what I realized is to break a habit as such, I had to change my thoughts. I had to rethink my anger process, how I respond to little things, big things and every day things.

I pondered how in the world a few cuss words here and there could have such a huge impact on my whole life. I didn't even realize what was occurring as I began yet another chapter in my life's journey. I didn't realize giving up a few words in my vocabulary would force my brain into over drive and it happened without my knowing. It was like a stranger who sneaks in the side door and you don't even know they're there.

It hit me! This week, maybe yesterday, what has been occurring! Here I've been working on the Biblical principals of The Secret for over a year now and it suddenly came in like a freight train! Duh George!!!!

Where my thoughts took me, so my words followed. Therefore, when I forced myself to revamp my choice of words I had to revamp my communication skills. Fix communication skills and whamo... That in turn forced my thoughts to have no other option but to change! A no brainer, right? But I caution, don't be so quick to say so!

If it was so blatantly obvious to everyone, no one would struggle with any hurtful addictions or behaviors. Let's face it, if we are honest with ourselves we'd have to admit that we all struggle with some sort of hurtful behaviors knowingly or unknowingly in our daily lives. Let me rephrase that, intentionally or unintentionally they are still there.

Yesterday I woke up thinking about what a bummer it was I woke up at the regular time when I could have slept another half hour or more before the changed alarm clock would have sounded. Then I reconsidered my position. I prayed as I generally do, or at least communicated with God. Some don't really see the way I converse with God as prayer, but that is no more than a matter of personal opinion.

Then I visualized. I visualized Chad getting a call or calls for work coming in. I visualized the news arriving that the financing is in place for "The Big House on the Hill". I visualized happy and refused to allow the negatives to come to pass before ever coming out of my bedroom.

When I came out I thought to myself, that was fun... But the day feels pretty much the same to me. Drats! Double Drats!

I wanted an epiphany from Heaven, a revelation so clear when I looked outside it's practically written on the sky for only me to see. But there was none.

I considered hearing someone talk this week somewhere, maybe it was Gregory Dickow Ministry, but I’m not sure. Regardless of where, I heard someone say that an employer/business owner was struggling with the poor moral that lingered with his employees. But upon entering the place of business was several of those cutsie little signs saying things like "It's hard to soar with the eagles when you work with turkeys." They pointed out the obvious; the mental picture was created even if it was in fun. Okay, I'm not going to do away with all my little signs hanging around here like "So it's not home sweet home, deal with it” and such.... But you get the point. tee hee hee....

I blogged very little yesterday. I guess it was due to being distracted by my own considerations. However, when the day was nearing it's conclusion, I had to think of it as a day well done.

I wish I could feel so good about all of them... Then I thought about it! I can! I have to start somewhere. Just like I started somewhere with giving up cursing... If I made it through a day, a week or a month without a cuss word and then failed miserably, I was still that much closer to my original goal. Remember, failures are merely stepping stones to success.

I know I'm going to struggle to embrace the morning every day, specifically the days I have to do things I really don't want to do. However, if I create in myself one or more days in a week that I succeed as I did yesterday, then that is one day closer to becoming a new habit. If I can arrive at 75% of the days being above average in my life then very little will be wasted.

By many people's standards my life does not appear wasted at all. But I know how much time has been whittled away with "would of, should of and could of's...."

I have to admit a very small percentage of the every day moments of life have not been all they could have and should have been.

"The next thirty years" as the song goes... I am going to put a lot more effort into not focusing on goals and ambitions, but rather controlling my thoughts. I have finally come to my day of awakening! The goals and ambitions and even the financial stability are a by-product of my thoughts being in the right order.

As I think, re-think, and think again, not all of them, but certainly many of the negatives in our lives and relationships are no more than a mirror image, reflecting back to us what we first put forth.

I am forced to really reevaluate the principles of, "reaping what we sow"; "We are what we think we are"; : "We can do what we think we can do"; "If we think we are defeated, we are before we ever begin." and so many other sayings that I have not only considered but voiced in my life. How ironic is it, that only now I have come to such a depth of understanding them.

For me, it's really no more than creating a new habit... However, let’s face it... Good habits can be difficult to start. But I'm betting the farm on the "thought" that this one is the key to the rest. Just a "thought" I know, but I'm suspecting the weight issues, finding one self, liking oneself, having better relationships, spiritual growth, and all that one needs for perfect or even good balance in their life truly does lie in the secret... And the secret? The secret is your thoughts!

The interesting thing here is that I know full well there will be many who read this and say "I know all that" just as I would have a month ago, a year ago, or several years ago. I know many will think they get what I'm saying when the reality of its truth will inadvertently escape them. All I can say is "Thank God it's my time of enlightment! Truly - I do Thank God!"

When it's all said and done... I can only hope and pray that maybe in some small way this will serve to help someone else along in their process and journey.

Remember:
Proverbs 23:7 "As a man thinks within, so is he."
There is a great deal of meaning to this short little proverb; certainly more than I first identified.

One last consideration; I have found myself wondering why I'm where I'm at and if I have totally screwed up God's plan for my life so many times over the years that I couldn't begin to count them! At times I get stuck in memory mode, hitting rewind over and over to times past.

However, I want to encourage myself and anyone else who has ever or is now struggling with such doubts; let yesterday go. Truly, the memories of our past are to build our future on.

I am forced to consider that memories that touch us in a special way are not necessarily for the purpose of returning too. But rather, I suppose these special recollections are more about building at the point where God has brought us too. You are not where you are without purpose and to think anything less would be to corrupt the process.

I suppose I need to take this a step further. I am not referring to those who are beaten, abused, threatened and otherwise put in harms way. God clearly outlines the boundaries of which we are not asked, required or expected to remain within.

In experiences where lines have to be drawn and escape hatches have to be utilized, God can and still does use the unfortunate past for good and glory for those who trust him to guide them out of their present or past circumstances. The point being when all seems lost and without hope... Such as the day that Christ died on the cross.... Just when you think there is nothing left.... Life is renewed just as Christ was ressurected. Nothing in God is impossible! So, I encourage you to start today with visualizing, building up and believing in the future. And the future is NOW!

HE'S ALIVE!!!! And he's coming again!!!! Rejoice, for he Lives!

Happy Easter and may God bless and keep us all!

I know, all Friday's are good, but not the same sort of good as this Friday. Actually, good doesn't do it justice. Then again, it was a very sad day but remarkable in itself. To consider the price that was paid for us to have such a gift. Most assuredly, awe inspiring!

The wind was supposedly blowing in a cold front today - but you sure couldn't swear by me from looking outside and hearing the birds outside my window. Perhaps, a bit cooler, but so very nice just the same.

I have a ton of things to do today with perparations for the Easter Holiday, but I wanted to stop in this morning and put in a good word for all.

I also wanted to share that this morning I prayed and visualized. More specifically than I might normally. I visualized Chad coming to tell me he had received calls on excavation jobs. I also visualized the call for the letter of credit for the house.... So far, Chad has come in and reported his flyers hung up must have worked as he received a call and thought he had at least one job thus far already today! I simply told him "I knew you would."

Now, just waiting on the other. I prayed for a few other matters too, but I thought you'd find this note inspiring to start your project visualization, faith building, future progressing note of encouragement.

I will probably be able to write more later today or this evening - but for now - Good Friday to all!

Today I have received yet a few more messages of inspiration in the direction of our destiny lying entirely in our thoughts. I am working hard on those positive thoughts and still believing in the things I've been asking and discussing with God.

Today we had a great conversation - God and I that is. I told him that if I were a teenager approaching my parents for an answer to something I had been asking for I would go about it a bit differently. I would say Dad... Daddy.... I've been doing better. My grades are up and you promised. Sort of funny, but I really think he was engaged with me at this point. I told him of some friends that I thought we could help just as I would have my own parents when I had a friend in need.

I couldn't help but think of the movie "Dirty Dancing", which is one of my all time favorites. The scene I’m referring too is where she goes to her Dad to come help the girl who had the abortion. Then the other scene that fits in here is Patrick Swayze telling Baby that she was brave to turn to her father.

Is that how some see it? Brave, foolish, backed into a corner, or maybe just ridiculous... You can't talk to God like that. Do any of you ever recall telling your parents that they were making you angry when they didn't see things your way? Either by words or actions you showed them exactly how you felt... Right? I know I did, carefully, but I still did it. Honestly, sometimes I still do!

I am no different when I am dialoging with my Heavenly Father either. I sometimes tell him that if he wants me to be okay with some matter in the moment he is going to have to explain it because I simply don't get it! And like the faithful father he always has been to me, if I am open to hearing what he has to say about things, I come to understand... Or if not, I can agree to disagree with him. Though I don't advocate this method, I am respectful to the matter, seeing it occur so often with the foster kids in regard to our authority and not always agreeing.

The reality is that we are often angry with the outcome of life. We don't feel it was the right time for someone to be taken from us in death... We don't agree with the state of the world or the wars and crime we read and hear of so often. We didn't get what we thought we deserved. And so on... We hold on to anger and the greatest anger for many is that of which they feel toward God himself.

I see no point in not being honest with him when I'm displeased with his rulings surrounding my life and opinions there of. Why lie or try to hide it - he sees all, knows all and feels all. So, I just put it out there. It's a good way to learn to handle anger with our counterpart humans as well. I generally use more discretion when dialoging such anger toward the All Mighty... So, consider it practice for when I do so with one of the kids, Ron, my Mom or whomever.

Don't fret! God is still here for me - he doesn't apparently hold it against me. However, I'm realizing how often I attempt to move forward with out him. Much the same as when the kids make a decision that is generally harmless in nature but still should have been run by me first.... They end up with less lead way.

Therefore, I am working on asking, seeking and receiving in the way we were meant too. I am working on my thoughts, my words, and being cautious with what I want or ask for.

Today I had a pretty good conversation around all these things and as much as my stinking rotten sinful self doesn't probably deserve a pot to pee in... I know that he sees me for the good and with love. He knows my heart is right, at least today and I know he will give me the desires of my heart as I align with him. He will also protect me from such desires that would prove to be counter productive.

I trust him with it all and I am making a point of asking! It isn't so hard and I really think he likes our open communication without the formal stuff better anyway. One more thought - I also make sure I ask him to forgive the mistakes I've made, thank him for picking me up when I fall and acknowledge that I still have a lot to learn.

So, on positive thinking... Do I struggle? It's Thursday, and in as much, I have struggled even yet today!

For all familiar with my schedule as a foster parent, Thursday represents the day that is appointed as the day for weekly appointments, ie; counseling, groups, etc. Therefore, I tend to resent them on occasion.

Today is probably one of those days. I would just a soon stay home in the countryside on this beautiful first day of spring! I would rather not have to go in and do de-briefing with those the boys meet with and I surely don't feel like sitting in the community group in which our home is to benefit from in the bigger picture.

Some feel it is a small price to pay - giving up one day in turn for so many other days spent at home... I smile and consider that I suppose it may appear that way to many. However, the enlightening realization of this is as far from the truth as one can get.

My resentment comes in only light shades, nothing radical and stems from the realities of having to relive everything that occurs in my home with each of the boys and sometimes family members over and over and over again.

Sometimes someone will ask me why I didn't share some piece of information about what had occurred that day or week, but they don't stop to realize as foster parents how many times we revisit every matter both positive and negative. We don't go home at the end of the day and we can't just leave it at the office.

Unlike a biological mother who also faces great demands in life, we have all the same demands, but with kids who are generally angry, hurt, frustrated, hateful, lonely, desperate, at times aggressive, and so on... We work through the situations of any given day and then get to document on the calendar so we don't forget when we get to the end of the month weekly's. We have incident reports. We have about four to six different people for each child who have to be notified if it warrants... And so on.

What I'm saying is that it isn't the kids I resent, but the over processing. Thursdays are necessary and they are good. But sometimes it feels like system over load. I am thankful for all that is offered to us in support and services every Thursday. I appreciate the fact that people whose schedules are full the brim find time, make time and otherwise set us all as priority in their on-going efforts as well.

So, today when I arrive in Wheat Ridge to the office of which I have become so familiar with over the years I will be grateful for their ministry of service. I will submit to the time in which is necessary to see to matters at hand. I will remember to be thankful for all which this implies. But still, there is a child inside saying "I want to go to recess!" And maybe today, maybe I will skip community group or cancel it all together to spend a few extra minutes out of the office as opposed to inside of it!

After all, Friday follows Thursday, so it's all good!

Trusting the Process and finding the joy along the way. Yes, even in today's journey there remains joy!

Love to all!

Happy Hump Day! Yes, we are half way through the month and amazingly nearly 1/4 of the way through the New Year! Wow, times flies when you're having fun!

It is a quiet day - beautiful outside, where I should truly be. It's a bit windy but it's a warm wind. The unfortunate piece of this is the drying affect the winds warm or cold have on the ground surface. The things one comes to realize when they live out on the land as opposed to city dwelling or even small sub-division living on small ranchettes. It's quite different and expands one's knowledge and understanding of the weather patterns.

By the way, I finally added some pictures to my gallery! I have included pictures of our two current stallions and our old stud who is the daddy of our current Palomino stallion. Also, a couple other horse pics including an old baby picture, just because. I will have to add some more or change some out from time to time.

I am eagerly awaiting a good word on something... anything! In the meantime, visualizing what I might want to do to the yard of "The Big House on the Hill". I decided that along a berm area just a slight distance from the house I would like to put in lattice sections (white of course) and plant grape vines to grow on them. It would be so pretty and I don't think it would be too costly. I have promised myself I would not put in another in ground pond but have not ruled out putting in container type water features. They have so many options available now days and they are so much easier to care for than the in-ground ponds that I have toyed with here where we currently live and our past home as well.

Sound like positive affirmation? It ought too! I'm telling you, I'm working at it! Positive visualization that is!

I watched a couple of old movies this week, one being David and Bathsheba and the other was Cleopatra. Geeze, how enlightening they were to watch and masterfully produced, I might add! Cleopatra and Mark Anthony... Wow, what a love story... Drama, Drama, Drama!!! At the height of success and power comes the entanglement of love and all it implies. It certainly makes me reevaluate my less complicated life matters.

I have had my share of writing already today as I added to an essay that my aunt was working on for my second cousin. I enjoy essays which most people simply can't understand. They are short, by comparison to a book anyway... And they generally have a set topic or purpose rendering the point of conclusion before you ever get started. I have always thrived when working on short stories that are done in essay fashion, but I admit more than one of them sit untapped in the filing cabinet as they are simply too long for most contests.

Truly this could be said of most of my poetry as well. Many don't know I have a hankering for this writing genre as well. A couple of my poems were published or accepted to be published prior to my being censored by The Fence Post rural life publication. It was some time ago and I suppose I simply never had a burring desire to send it out to any other such publications. Maybe some day I will compile some of the shorts and the poems into a book form and submit it for publishing all together??? It's a thought. Then again, I suppose on occasion in the future, when I dig some of them out I will share some right here on my blog.

The most common question I receive is how do you find time to write like you do? First of all, this blog is less than perfect with many typo's and editorial fopau's that would render it unpublishable. I don't spend a ton of time going over and over my entries every day, though I do attempt to check for major discrepancies, it simply is feasible to worry about perfection at this level while working independent of any editing assistance. Secondly, it is my gift. Much like the essay I worked on this afternoon. I admit it took me a matter of minutes to add and subtract from where I started. If I have the concept and idea in my mind I can usually run with it and have several pages pumped out in no time at all.

Yet, I have my days and weeks where inspiration escapes me. Those times when it's everything I can do to walk through the office doors and sit at the desk to begin typing. I also have projects that are calling my name daily that I simply have not had the fortitude to move forward on. Then there are those incredible concept stories that simply run out of gas. I have on many occasions gone back into some old project that I walked away from and thought to myself "Gee, that's pretty good stuff, wonder why I quit!"

I'm human just like the rest of us but human with a gift for the written word and the gift of gab... Put them together and see what you have? A blog in the making! Whoo Hoo!!!! lol

With this much said, I suppose I should get on with my daily visualizing and see what else I can get accomplished before the days done.

I'm visualizing hearing a word on the script, the book cover, or perhaps the house??? I am visualizing my son getting more jobs for his excavation business. I am visualizing more happiness, more laughter, more smiles, more joy, more giving, more God in our lives, more praise, more thanksgiving, more of everything that really counts!

Embracing the moment, the day and the week, celebrating The Resurrection and the love that abounds in my life! Trusting the process and all that implies!

Remember - "There is no such thing as a stranger, only friends you've yet to meet!" And "Smile, it makes everyone wonder what you've been up too!"

With love to all!

My last blog spoke of God being without limits… Therefore, speaking of no limits… I want to visit the process and progress of “The Big House on the Hill” as I know several of you are waiting with baited breath to get to come see us or should I say see the house that I have spoke so highly of. LoL

I have to admit that the banking and financial situations going on at the high end levels of our Nation and beyond this week, combined with a few more keys turned into the bank is not currently helping a great deal with our process. But that is just it, it’s a process!

But that is not to say that we are out of the race. I am confident that when the runners are nearing the finish line, they may be a few feet behind another runner or perhaps they are in front. But the reality is in that brief moment they are faced with a choice. They are exhausted, they have run the race of their lives and they simply don’t know if their body will give out or stay in the fight. They push through or they give up. The reality is that only one person wins first, second, third and so on. Therefore, we know instinctively that it is not everyone’s race to win.

I am fighting everything that I have inside of myself to not attempt to brace myself up for defeat. You know those defeatist considerations that seem so harmless such as, I’m okay either way, or it wasn’t meant to be… We all know there is time to say these sorts of justifying statements after the fact, but what causes us to not say them in the first place before we are even defeated? Personally I think it is nothing more than mindless pride! We don’t want the condescending tone of others voices ringing in our ears “I’m so sorry – I bet you’re so disappointed… BLAH BLAH BLAH! What the heck, I’ve been disappointed before and I know its part of life; so what’s the big deal?

I am not going to do that today. I am going to believe the word is going to come today or as soon as possible that the letter of credit is granted and the offer is made. I am going to believe that any plumbing repairs will be made and will come off the price of the house in the end. I am gong to believe that my furnishings are going to be beautiful in their respective rooms when they are all set up. I am going to think about what color I want to paint a couple of the rooms that need a fresh coat. I’m going to think positive that by late summer I will have my new barn and a few healthy foals gracing the top of the hillside.

Call it risky, say I may have to eat some humble pie, or take back all my thoughts; but I’m claiming it here and now and I don’t want to hear anyone say “You’re going to be so disappointed!”! Been there, done that, lived through it!

I have discovered something in creating this blog and entering some of my deepest thoughts into cyber space, available for the entire world to view! I have created a dynamic in which I have allowed myself to become vulnerable. This is something I have attempted to protect myself from at all cost for much of my life. Without even realizing what I had done, I have inadvertently put myself out there (via blogging) for the opinions, ridicule and scrutiny both good and not so good, of the world at large.

You may think to yourself “No biggie”. But I assure you for me this is huge!

However, without risk, without vulnerability, without blind faith, we are locked into reason and logic. No one ever won a humanitarian award on either of those ingredients! And very few will ever reach their potential if they do not allow themselves to move past that self limiting dynamic. I am amazed at the inspiration that I have been told of since beginning this blog. Still, I hear self limiting considerations of others in many of my responses. Not limiting me, but limiting them! Things such as “I have to have a degree”, “I don’t know who to contact”… I don’t, I can’t, what if…. The list of negative thoughts continues to grow and the reality is that it isn’t about any of these excuses but rather “I won’t!” I won’t put myself out there, I won’t take the chance at failing, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t.

Hopefully she won’t mind me saying so, but I have to consider my sister-in-law when I think along these lines. She is one of the most gifted photographers I have ever had the privilege of viewing their work, let alone have had the privilege to have family pictures done by her! She doesn’t take pictures, she creates magic! She has taken pictures of some of the biggest names in the Colorado region, but yet does so under someone else’s name. What has held her back? It sure isn’t her talent, her gift in her ability to create magical memories and visions on film; as she has most certainly got what it takes. At a very young age she was winning awards with her photography… Yet, you probably wouldn’t even know she is a world class photographer if you heard her name today.

A friend of my husband “Mr. Harold” is eighty years old, widowed a few years now and still going strong. He has been a self employed hair stylist, specializing in his own niche for the better part of his entire life. I admit he is a bit eccentric by most people’s standards, but charming in his own way. I was surprised to hear his latest enterprise and I have to tell you this is one of the most enterprising men I think I have ever met! Yes, at the youthful age of 80 this man decided to write his first book! I could be wrong on the order of the words in the title but it is something along the lines of “Healthy and Horny at 80.” He is pre-selling it without even trying! His second book which will more than likely be a hit following the first title – “Turn off’s and Turn On’s” Now tell me, if he can start a writing career that has the potential of putting him at the top of the best sellers list or as a guest on The Today Show or even the Jay Leno show at the age of 80… why would we believe we can’t achieve something outside of the realm of logic and what the world says we can in our own lives?

Guess what folks? This man is not a literary genius. I don’t know if he even has a college degree or not, but if he does I’d be willing to bet it isn’t in journalism and surely out dated by the time that has lapsed since such occasion! He’s his own best influence, trusting God is leading him forth from what I hear. Yes, I might add in admitting his beliefs, he gives the glory of his success to God; even with his writing… Though some may find the title offensive; I state, God is without limits!

I’d like for you all to join me and believe as well, not just for my destination “Big House on the Hill”, but also for your own gifts and manifestation of your own lives! God is not limited and I remind you, we are made in his image.

Yesterday is gone and we are forgiven, so pick up, pack up and ship out the old and bring in the new. That is after all, the glory of The Secret and the fact remains The Secret is not so new folks. It’s Biblically based and been around a long time! God has a hope and a plan for us all. Rather we get it right the first time around or not for several times, he is still in the process and I trust the process.

I hope you all jump on board and turn your lives over to God, trusting the path he sets before you and believing with all your heart in the gifts and dreams he has placed within you! Not one of us is an accident and not one of us is without a gift or purpose! Be inspired and be inspiring to those around you!

If you’re not sure about going to church this week – check out what’s available in your area and set the plan to join in the celebration of Jesus Christ Resurrection! The power is in the blood!

Have a great day and be blessed!