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“A river cuts through rock not because of its strength but its persistence.” – Jim Watkins

Jim Watkins, American journalist:  Makes me wonder if he lived this like the rest of us…  Too many decisions to be made or too much hanging on for dear life…   Perhaps it was endless unemployment, or trying to finish one’s education, or trying to just live!

We have to find our courage, yes.  But we also have to understand that keeping on with that good effort every day is a given.  So I get out of bed and smile and breath, thanking God for it.  I push myself through the bed making, the shower, the toiletries, the breakfast.  I make myself SMILE.  (Actually, when I smile, it makes others smile.  It’s kinda fun!) And then, whatever challenge is in front of me, I GO! It can stink, but I go.

We’re not alone in this predicament… Even the people whose lives seem to be perfect, know that they are most certainly not.  We all have things to learn, things to experience, things to “get through.”  That persistent effort and looking up.  And, believe me when I say,  I’ve had my own moments when I’ve looked up to God and said, “Really?  Again?”  In truth? That does no good, because God expects

“Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.” – Winston Churchill

I suppose we all have had moments when we needed to make a stand and speak up.  It takes a lot of stamina sometimes, and others it just flies out of our mouths because passion drives it out.  We all hope that our words will land on the right person at the right time. We all hope that our words will have a good and true meaning.  And, perhaps we even hope they will last to fly out of someone else’s mouth to aid yet one or two more.  Now let’s talk about the second half of Churchill’s thought:  “…courage to sit down and listen.”

Listening becomes important when something grabs us by the soul’s lapel.  Maybe it happens because someone goes eye to eye and forces us to hear.  Maybe it’s us actually shutting our own mouths and trying to see another point of view.  But when God sits you down hard, it is truly time to be still and know that He is God… That’s another loose version of a quote in the Bible.

At this time in life, I am sitting still, no work, no thought, no anything.  Just sitting still and staring into the clouds, Earth itself, the

“Sending you a thousand warm hugs” -Estefany Cuen Jacob

We’re such a geeky universe, are we not? We check our email almost immediately or our cell phones, if we have them, the minute we’re out of bed. This morning, in a sleepless funk, I started the wash and came to the computer to see who was there. First thing… A message from our son’s friend, which read, “Sending you a thousand warm hugs.” Immediately the day was better!
Sending love to friends far and near is always an excellent way to start the day. Thank someone, send them some love through a message, a card, a phone call… Ostensibly, it means connect in a positive way.  I firmly believe it will fly through the air to them. And, it will make you both feel so good to give it, whether your gift is responded to or not.
Love lives in our universe…  A powerful awesome thing that can heal souls and up-lift in a second. Give it freely, as Estefany did, give it everyday and you may find you don’t need that sedative or work distraction. You may even find yourself smiling.  (she winks and smiles at  you)
Love lives, just like our son, Nathan, who just passed to God.  And if

In My Face

It had been a beautiful Monday with many things accomplished, lots of love in the air… Then at 4:30 in the afternoon our son, Creative Artist, Nathan Temple,  suffered a massive cardiac arrest.  He was rushed to the hospital from our home and at 8:35 Hubby and I were told that Nathan had passed away.  BAM!  Good day goes south, turns left instead of right, the path heads down instead of up.

Through out this week we have tried to wrap our heads around how such a young man died like this.  BAM!  We go through the motions of death certificate, burial plans, memorial service… BAM BAM BAM!  Your gut feels like a miss mash of nothing recognizable; eating is impossible… Nothing has taste, everything you see has a confused meaning… It’s like you’re living with no arms, no legs, and no mind.  (Did I make that decision?  I can’t remember.  Did I make that decision?  I don’t know, so steps are retrace  as one painful jab after another makes movement almost impossible.)

And yet, we DO go forward because we know that others are praying for us to be held up by God’s holy angels, by Christ Himself.  We cry our

“Love is when the other person’s happiness is more important than your own.” – H. Jackson Brown Jr.

I’ve always been told that there is more than one kind of love.  Human love is selfish love… Satisfying one’s self at the expense of another.  The love that really counts is the sacrificial love.  That’s the love where we give up something that is important in our lives for the well being of other(s)…  Which reminds me of another old saying:  “When you can’t run, crawl.  When you can’t crawl, you find somebody to carry you.”  Ya know anyone who needs a “lift”?  Give them a little sacrificial love.  Best… CTTemple

More Than an Expression

Keep it clean.  As a child, that meant I was approaching potty mouth and my mother would go for the soap.  (Needless to say, I cleaned it up… Who wants to eat soap?)  As an adult, I’ve learned that the meanings to “keep it clean” are endless, because there is always a plethora that has to be cleaned!  Clean up the house. Clean the children (on multiple fronts, mind you).  Plus, somewhere in there I have to make sure I get cleaned up…  Hair, body, face, and all!   Now, because I’ve tried to be responsible,  add volunteer organizations, office and clean-up favors of all sorts for friends.   Clean, clean clean… But I digress.

No matter what needs to be cleaned, one thing remains true for this writer:  To  clean means that, first, a bigger mess than the one in existence will come to pass before the task is done.  Crazy?  Far from it.  In the middle of that procedural mess is order.

Picture cleaning the kitchen cupboards.  Say that I have removed everything…  So cups, plates, bowls etc, are removed from their home and placed temporarily all over the kitchen counter.  There is now, no room anywhere for anything on

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“Our fatigue is often caused not by work, but by worry, frustration, and resentment.”

– Dale Carnegie

Today, as I was learning a new task I noticed that my learning curve was deeply slow.  It occurred to me that my frustration and concern for other issues I wanted to address were keeping me from being able to concentrate on the task at hand.  With a sigh, I let the latter go to accomplish my task, and found myself done in record time.  Carnegie was right!  One thing at a time… When we forget to worry and be frustrated, everything falls into place.

May you have an energetic day by doing just one thing at a time.

Best… CTTemple

The Quest

At this time of year (as we think of others and buy buy buy to show our love), I find myself going back in time, to thoughts of my maternal grandmother who saved saved saved.

Yes, she was an amazingly frugal woman. She could save to the extreme. Grandma would stash a little away before she paid the bills, before she sent savings to the bank (which she did every pay check). This was her habit until after she passed away. Her thrift became evident when I went home for her funeral.

I was helping my granddad by making up all the beds for him; and as I was tucking the blankets into one of the guest beds, my hand touched something that felt foreign for the underside of a mattress. I lifted the mattress a bit only to find a considerable cachet of cash. I didn’t even count it. I took it straight away to my granddad.

I told him the story… how I came by the money. I waited as Grandpa took it, counted it, held it for a moment. Then he looked up with big tears rolling down both

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Let There Be Lights

A few days ago, I whiled away the early evening as I watched a Christmas flick where the hero made a complete fool of himself trying to put more lights on his house than anyone else on the planet. You know this one? He was totally obsessed with lights in every way shape and form. I thought, “That’s just nuts,” and then I walked outside. All of my neighbors (no it’s true!) were putting up Christmas lights.
*Lights on the roof.
*Lights on reindeer
*Lights around the front door
*Lights on the windows and in the windows
*Lights that blinked and lights that didn’t blink
*Lights sans color
*Lights of every color
There were displays of Santas that heaved with air inside and they were lit up! (Scary. It was actually a balloon filled with air, but still… Santa “breathing” like the last chimney was going to give him a heat attack? The sound was awful.)

We had put up our Christmas tree a few days previous. You could see it in the front window of the house, so we had lights that decorated the house… well, sort of. Now it was me who was thinking lights lights lights.

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Gifts

The very word can strike terror in one’s heart. And ya know? This was not that big a thing when I was a kid. My parents would toss their three kids in the car. We would park, get out. And immediately my dad would say, “I’ll take Carolyn.” It would be settled… Tom and Barb would go with our mother to shop for their Christmas gifts. One day I asked my dad why he always wanted to take me Christmas shopping. He said, “Because you’re the best shopper. You don’t have to see everything in town to buy a gift. You know the people you’re shopping for, and they always enjoy the gift you give them. And the very best part of this for me is that when I take you shopping we are done in a very short time; then we can just walk around and enjoy each other while your mother and Tom and Barb finish up.”

“Wow! That’s a pretty good thing,” I thought.

I had always believed that everyone was a natural shopper. Now that I am shopping sans father, I can’t say that I

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