Everyone has a mindset. A belief system. A way of looking at life and trying to make sense of the world around us. My passion is addressing and helping people develop what I call ‘A Classic State of Mind.’
So, what’s that?
Some of the best conversations I’ve never had …
God is very wise, When He decided it was time for “time” to begin, He divided life into bite sized pieces—seconds and minutes, moments for living—each identical in length to all the others, yet each totally unique.
Every day, I live some and I die some; I save some, and I lose some. I find life, and I lose life. Kingdom living is like that.
I feel old, Lord. Every time I stand up,
My painful back tells me I’m old.
I look into that morning mirror.
I notice my wrinkled brow, and I know, again every day.
I’m not getting old. I’m there.
I saw an old man, walking this morning.
Early, it was. Not more than six-thirty, or so,
I saw an old man, walking. But he did not walk alone.
Alongside him, holding his hand, she walked, too.
TODAY, I HAVE a fantastic opportunity. As I sit at my computer, looking at the blank screen, the cursor blinks benignly and awaits my signal to begin. I can express my ideas with grandiose words and magnanimous articulation. I can write big words on this page, words like “thoroughfare” or “boulevard” or “promenade.”
Or I can keep it simple and use ‘road.’
I’m not good at telling someone I hurt; Not good at telling another soul there is woundedness, deep in my soul. Perhaps, it’s because I’m not as open and transparent as I ought to be? Or, maybe I’m too proud? Or shamed or ashamed? I’m not really sure about the ‘why’ of my reticent life. I…
On certain days, (not every day, for certain, but on ‘certain’ days,)
I find myself missing the Midwest.
Even the humidity would be a welcome visitor to my life, on some mornings, I think.
Most reasonable people believe in God, I think.
Most sensible people even talk to God,
(if not frequently, at least on occasion.)
When the daze and dizziness of life’s journey becomes too great,
When the bewilderment about what’s going on becomes so egregious that men don’t know which way to turn …
On those days, I think, wise human beings decide to speak to God.