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© Jeanne E Webster All Rights Reserved

 

Watch writer dream

Sleep reader sleep

See writer think

Play reader play

Opine writer opine

Sit reader sit

Plot writer plot

Rest reader rest

Write writer write

Eat reader eat

Scheme writer scheme

Recline reader recline

Sweat writer sweat

Relax reader relax

Edit writer edit

Nap reader nap

Publish writer publish

Read reader read.

(Contrast between a writer’s efforts and that of a reader’s.)

I Think I am…I Think I am

© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

 

 

Proverbs 23:7 “For as he thinks in his heart, so is he.”

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This might lie unseen to the casual reader, but the writer made an excellent point.  Thoughts affect us–or, what we think, we become.  I know this is true because I have chewed on this bone before.  A daily reading of my “thought” pulse will reveal why I am distraught, sad, happy or glad, just as a check of my wrist pulse will perhaps reveal an abnormal heartbeat. 

One day recently, I sensed I was in an irritable mood but couldn’t think why I was having a problem.  So I set about reviewing the events of the past day and week.  Sure enough, there was the “thorn in my flesh”…rearing its ugly head, poking me for all it was worth.  My husband had unknowingly hurt my feelings!  I had spent an entire day housecleaning and cooking a nice supper, was tired beyond a day’s repair, and he didn’t comment on the delicious meal I had fixed for him. 

Well, even though I was beat…even though I should have left some of the work for another day…even though I grumbled throughout the meal…even though I should have asked for his help…my feelings were crushed that he didn’t say, “What a great meal, Jeanne!” 

That thorn was plucked out immediately and tossed in the trashcan.  Here I had been in a stew, going everywhere with my thoughts of why he didn’t complement the meal, and in all reality, the ambiance that evening was glum, to say the least!  Why would he even want to say a word while seeing the grim look on my face? 

A newspaper column had an article about preventing wrinkles, with the usual remedies of soaps, creams and massages.  The writer certainly was on the right track:

The best way to prevent wrinkles is to think the right thoughts.  Think happy things, pleasant things, line-lifting thoughts; for thoughts are things.

Ugly thoughts, depressing thoughts, a mind with worry thoughts running riot within it will produce worry lines, tired contours, and sad faces.  Wrong thoughts will produce wrinkles!

But pleasant thoughts, keen-eyed anticipation, a happy outlook, a zest for living—all act better than the highest-priced creams to keep the face alive, alert and youthful.  Right thoughts prevent wrinkles!

Each of us should pull out that thought bag frequently and check it for negative ratings—bitterness, jealousy, envy, uncleanliness, and spite have to go.  Look what they’re doing to our faces!  Yikes!

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TICK TOCK

Time in a Bottle

~Jim Croce

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day ’til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go through time with

 

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©Jeanne E Webster

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What is TIME?  It’s a noun; it’s a verb.  It’s an object; it’s usable. 

You can’t do without it; it’s there whether you want it or not.

You can spend it; you can waste it.  You can ignore it.

But it is there all the time.

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What is TIME?  It is abstract, immaterial; a concept.

A clock can keep it; it can run out; it stood still once.

It has an end; it can tell; it only knows.

But you can’t hold it in your hands

You can’t really buy more

You can belong to it

You can’t give it away

It ends when the clock runs out…

Tick tock, tick tock, they all fall down.

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TIME was made for humankind by God.

How else could humanity measure life and works?

God created heaven and earth and all that was in them.

After the fall in the Garden of Eden, God imparted a concept

Upon humanity; it was called timeA time for hope, a time for love…

In other words, He clocked us.  Perhaps to enable us to see reality? 

Appreciate life more?  Make better choices with the time we have? 

He gave us a concept…we didn’t grasp the Garden of Eden.

We abused it and walked naked, without thought or care.

We chose to go our own way, envision our own thoughts,

Believe our own creed, live as our own gods.

So he put a governor upon us, to ever remind us of our beginning.

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TIME is a concept to show us the way back to God.

God is eternal.  We are eternal also but sin split us in two.

That’s when TIME began, for us to work our way back home.

Physical death is our end of TIME; we rejoin eternity with God.

One in the Father, by the Father, and with the Father.

At His designated moment, time will be no more.

All creation awaits that moment.  It moans and groans as we do.

We’ve wandered far too long as self-willed creatures.

It’s TIME to go home!

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[Saturday’s wandering thoughts about TIME.  These are thoughts only!]

Who…Me?

 

Who…Me?

©Jeanne E Webster

The inner person…who goes there? A mystery to be investigated. We see the house, but who lives within? Who is the tenant living at ________?

Welcome to my house. It’s getting old and shabby, I know. It’s not a big house, only five feet and two inches. The roof is medium brown and grey tweed, blending well with the olive tinted exterior. What really pops are the two deep-blue windows which reflect the distinctive characteristics of the tenant…ME! Come on in and let’s get acquainted.

Howdy! It‘s nice to meet you. By the way, I just love your house. Really cool roof color. Don’t mind my house; it needs a new coat of paint. But I won’t need it much longer.  Did you know we are made of three separate parts? Yep, we have a body, mind and spirit. We’ve already compared and sized up our bodily components. Voila, ready or not, here we are! Our houses have a way of standing out, don’t they?

It’ll be harder for you to see my inner person, my mind and spirit, mainly because they are intangible. So sit down for a spell and listen up; you just might learn a thing or two about me. Maybe I’ll learn more about you too.

A mind is a strange thing. Mysterious and eerie, like a jet plane flying so high in the sky, one cannot see it, only hear it. Sometimes it’s occluded by clouds. We’ll never figure out all the dynamics of our minds, because they are quite intricate organs. I strive daily to know my inner self. Even the Bible advises us to “know thyself”. Easier said than done, right?

My mind is a tool that helps me survive, to understand the world around me. I have learned responsibility and a moral sense of right and wrong. I have free will rights to anything I want to do, but along with this free will comes a conscience, an entity I can’t see or hold, yet it is there as certainly as my physical aspects.

I’ve heard the still small voice of my Creator that bids me love others as He loves me, forgive others as He forgives my sins, and to tell the “good news” to the world. My mind knows His voice and my body obeys His directions.

My spirit is that essence within me that searches the recessed corners of many rooms in my house, making sure that all is well. It’s that “finger to finger” touch Michelangelo portrayed in his fresco of Adam reaching out for God. I find it a vital exercise for my physical and mental health to reach up and touch God’s hand every day.

Hopefully you have gotten to know me better, and I look forward to peeking inside you one day. Let’s end with an exercise that involves all three aspects of the inner person…prayer.

Pray always, earnestly and fervently. And take the time to reach up for God; He’s reaching down for you.

~Shalom.