Pic courtesy of Eddi Van W via Flikr I've only just a minute, Only sixty seconds in it. Forced upon me, can't refuse it, Didn't seek it, didn't choose it, But it's up to me to use it. I must suffer if I lose it, Give account if I abuse it, Just a tiny little minute, But eternity is in it. Dr. Benjamin E. Mays This poem was recited by our coach at boot camp today and i thought I would share it here. It's so incredibly interesting how we perceive a minute. This morning, while we were (suppose to be) doing a plank for a minute it seemed like the longest minute I've encountered all week. But later, while enjoying time with my family, 30 of them went by in a snap! How are you viewing your minutes; all the ones God gave you? Are you wishing some of them away? Wishing you were doing anything but the thing God placed you right in the middle of? When you have those encounters just remember this poem by Dr. Benjamin E. Mays. Eternity is in it.
My first book review! Genre: YA Dystopian Author: Nadine Brandes Series: Out Of Time Title: A Time To Die (Book #1) Overall Rating: 🌟🌟🌟 From time to time I will read books to try them out for recommendation to my daughter or her friends or maybe even the students in my classes at co-op. This is one of those books. I mostly read fluff type novels for entertainment but occasionally will pick up a YA dystopian to break up the reading list a bit. I checked this book out of our local e-library and read it on my Kindle. I finished the book; that's a plus. It took me several chapters to get into this novel. I don't normally give books too much of my time to convince me to stay with them if they don't appeal at first but I felt like this one had something there that made me push through the first few chapters. In the end I'm glad I did. Here's a summary of the book from Goodreads : How would you live if you...
Broken things Broken swings. Broken days, Broken ways. Broken prayers, Broken cares. Broken things Won't break me. Have you ever allowed something small to hinder something big in your life? My personal prayer spot use to be this old, well loved swing in my front yard. It was a favorite spot of mine. I swang my babies on it when they were tiny. I've had lots of long conversations on it through the years. I've cried with friends and family there. I've laughed with loved ones on it. I especially loved to sit there in the early morning with a cup of tea or coffee, my prayer journal and God. Several months ago it broke. Since then I've really been struggling to resurrect my prayer life. I have been mourning my "perfect" prayer spot and not allowing myself to move on. Sure, I've spent time in prayer since my swing broke but it hasn't been the same, concerted, focused effort that it use to be. Why? Perhaps because we're such...
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