The Funeral

One day all the employees of a very unusual company reached their office and all saw a big sign on the main door which said this . . .

‘Yesterday, the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym.’

In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that person who hindered the growth of their colleagues and the company itself?

The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room. The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up.

Everyone thought – ‘Who is this person who was hindering my progress?’

One by one the intrigued employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it, they suddenly became speechless.

They all got to stand near the coffin, and all ended up shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul. There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see themselves! There was also a sign next to the mirror that said. . .

‘There is only one person who is capable of setting limits to your growth and IT IS YOU!’

Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your husband or wife changes, when your company changes, when your church changes, when your location changes, when your money changes, when your status changes . . .

No, your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs.

Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don’t be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses. Be a winner, build yourself and your reality. It’s the way you face life itself that makes the difference.

Never Forget

As you read this list take just a few moments to think about each one, before going on to the next one.

-Laughing so hard that your face hurts.
-No lines at the supermarket, bank or post office.
-Taking a drive on a pretty road.
-Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
-Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
-Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
-A good conversation.
-Lying on a warm, sunny beach.
-Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
-Sharing a sunset with someone special.
-Running through sprinklers.
-Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
-Good friends.
-Overhearing someone say something nice about you.
-Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
-Playing with a new puppy.
-Having someone brush your hair (girls only).
-Swinging on swings.
-Making and then eating chocolate chip cookies.
-Holding hands with someone you care about.
-Knowing you’ve done the right thing, no matter what other people think.

Does anyone remember the good ol’ days…even those good memories of yesterday? Can we still remember? Can we repeat these things of the past? We should; and let nothing or no one stop us! Keep the dreams alive……keep living!

Phil 4:8 “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Jn 10:10 “The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.

Rev 3:2 “Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die: for I have not found thy works perfect before God.

Every Day

A 92-year-old delicate but well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with his hair fashionably coiffed and his face shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.

His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.

As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.

‘I love it,’ he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

‘Mr. Jones, you haven’t seen the room; just wait.’

‘That doesn’t have anything to do with it,’ he replied.

‘Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged … it’s how I arrange my mind.

I already decided to love it. ‘It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.’

‘Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away. Just for this time in my life.’

‘Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you’ve put in.’

‘So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories! Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.’

Remember these five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred
2. Free your mind from worries
3. Live simply
4. Give more
5. Expect less


Be Thankful

Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire … if you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don’t know something … for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times … during those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations … they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge… which will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes … they will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you’re tired and weary … because it means you’ve given your all.

It’s easy to be thankful for the ‘good’ things … yet, a life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are thankful for the setbacks.

Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive … find a way to be thankful for your troubles and they can become your blessings.

God does not give us problems; but when we experience them and trusting Him to help us work them out; one, it pleases Him to show that we trust having faith and two we desire Him to be part of our life’s issues- regardless of how good a day is, acknowledge God in all you do.

1 Thess 5:18 “In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.”

Col 3:15 “And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful.

Rom 14:6 “He that regardeth the day, regardeth it unto the Lord; and he that regardeth not the day, to the Lord he doth not regard it. He that eateth, eateth to the Lord, for he giveth God thanks; and he that eateth not, to the Lord he eateth not, and giveth God thanks. ”

1 Pet 1:7 “That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ: …


Check this out…… (Factoid)

Think About This

1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.

4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you.

5. Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.

6. You mean the world to someone.

7. If not for you, someone may not be living.

8. You are special and unique.

9. Someone that you don’t even know exists, loves you.

10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good always comes from it.

11. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won’t get it, but if you will remember the Lord when asking Him about it, probably; if it blesses others, sooner or later, you may just get it. (your motives count)

12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks. (Words don’t hurt if ignored)

13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.


State of Mind

If you think you can do a thing, or you think you can’t do a thing, you’re always right.’ -Henry Ford

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win but you think you can’t, it’s almost a cinch you wont.
For out in the world you’ll find success begins with a persons will.
It’s all in the state of Mind.

Think big, and your deeds will grow;
Think small and you fall behind.
Think that you can, and you will.
It’s all in your state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are.
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before you can ever win a prize.
You’ve got to know that God is for you and not against you.

It’s all in your state of mind

Life’s battle doesn’t always go to the stronger or faster one;
But sooner or later, the one who wins is the person who thinks they can.

And last but certainly not least, we have God’s own Words on our victories!

2 Cor 1:20 “For all the promises of God in him are yea, and in him Amen, unto the glory of God by us.”

Phil 4:13 “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”

Prov 23:7 “For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he: ….

Rom 8:31 “What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?

God is not the source of our problems; we are……us and our thinking can hinder you.

You cannot successfully or consistently do that which you cannot think. Think about that!

Knowing Right From Wrong

*This is a tad long but a great shared story. Enjoy!

I was the youngest of three boys. We lived in a four-room house with our parents. Dad liked to say we had four rooms and a “path,” referring to the well-worn trail to our outhouse. There was no hot-running water. We heated water on an oil stove, which doubled as our heating source in the winter. We washed our hair in the kitchen sink and took baths in our rooms, using a cloth and a bucket of hot water.

I guess you could say we were poor. Dad had a job, but he spent all extra money on alcohol. There were many nights when I would be roused from sleep by loud voices. I would lie still and listen, instantly aware it was Thursday night, and like every Thursday, Dad had come home drunk.

Thursday was payday for my father. After work, he and his co-workers would go to the tavern and drink. It was the start of four days of hell. On Friday he would go to work hung over and return in the evening drunk again. For the rest of the weekend he would be drinking with his buddies. I remember a time, when he came home so drunk, when he got out of the car, he lost his balance, and staggered 20 feet, to smash his head into the front porch. Yes, he was that drunk, and he drove.

He was nasty when he drank, not violent, just mean. He would yell at us for the smallest infractions. Even though we tried not to disturb him, he would lash out with complaints about our behavior. There was no pleasing the man. Four days of the week we cowered from him.

I know more about him now, and can even understand his bitterness toward the world. He was born out of wedlock, and spent many years in a Catholic orphanage. I don’t even want to think about the abuse he may have received there.

As the school week wound down, my stress increased, knowing the weekend, the drinking and the arguing were coming. How my mother tolerated him, is a mystery. I believe she had no where to go, where she would be able to support three boys on her own. She stayed for us. My biggest fear: she would give up, walk out, and leave us with our father.

I was sitting in my classroom one morning. I believe I was in first grade. From my seat, I could look out the large windows, and see my house and the store across the street from it. At that time we had a small bus service. It came once a day, stopped at the store, and took people to the city. On this morning, I saw a lady with a red jacket getting on the bus. My mom had a red jacket! I began to cry in front of my classmates. Mom was leaving.

The teacher calmed me, by saying my mom would not leave without telling us she was going. I wasn’t convinced. When we were released for lunch, I ran home to find my mother making my lunch. I was so relieved; I ran up, clutched her around the waist and began to cry again.

Dad went by the rule “children should be seen and not heard.” If he was home, we were not to make a sound or he’d punish us. This is not necessarily a bad rule, but when he was drinking, he was overly sensitive.

Mom would do everything for my Dad. She made his lunches, cleaned, cooked, and took care of us. Dad did very little. He worked and in the evening he sat. I would grow frustrated, when I needed his help, because I knew he would grumble. He would come home from work, expect his dinner waiting, and complain about the lunch made for him that day.

I was afraid to ask him for anything. The chain on my bike was loose and would fall off the sprocket. It took me forever to figure out how to tighten it myself, but I did it. I learned to manage on my own.

My brothers grew older, got their driver’s license, and were blamed for every mark, dent, or scratch on the car. Later, I got my license, and refused to drive Dad’s car. I was not going to be blamed for anything that happened. I walked or biked, and gave Dad no excuse to yell at me.

Christmas was always bad. Dad would be drunk on Christmas day and have no patience for small boys enjoying their new toys. There would be more fighting than laughter from my parents. When my brothers and I were older and slept late on Christmas morning, Dad would come to our room, drunk as usual, and wake us, expecting us to get up and open our gifts. We would tell him to go sleep it off. Perhaps he wanted to make up for the times he lost when we were smaller.

One night, when I was a teen, he was sitting at the kitchen table drunk. He seemed very depressed. I figured it best I went to bed. As I lay trying to sleep, I heard the distinct sound of his shotgun being loaded. I snuck from my room and saw him going out the door with his gun. I reached him, I grabbed the barrel, ‘Dad, no! Let me have the gun. Go to bed.’

Luckily, he did as he was told.

I learned a lot of things from my Dad: how not to treat a wife, to make my own lunch, help with cooking and cleaning, and give my children love. He didn’t do it by example; he did it by making me aware of what is wrong. His drinking caused a lot trouble, but all three of his boys came out of it better people.

Dad passed away in the early ‘90’s. Mom, a strong and beautiful woman, was freed from his abuse. My brothers and I all said, ‘Now mom can be free to enjoy her life.’

I don’t hate my Dad. He was my Dad; he gave me life. I can’t hate him for that. However, I am disappointed he never experienced the good things a family can provide.