Worldly Versus Divine Pleasures

For His sake I have accepted the loss of all things and I consider them so much rubbish … (Philippians 3:8).

As I approach the end of Lent, I consider how the usual dynamic of this season plays out for me. I begin with a mix of enthusiasm, determination and, I admit, a little bit of dread. I have the best of intentions, but will my will follow?

I know my peace lies in Jesus, not in the real but lesser pleasures of this world. I know the Lenten season is my opportunity to actually live that in a small way. But it’s a hard path. It’s hard to let go.

I look back on the weeks, and I see ups and downs. And, even as I’m honest about any stumbles, I try not to be too hard on myself either. Taking courage from Paul’s always bracing honesty, I keep hold of the truth and try, one more time, to let go of what I know, in the end, can’t bring me real, lasting joy.

Lord Jesus, You are all I need.

Our reflection today is from Amy Welborn, an author of over 20 books on Catholic spirituality, apologetics and history. She holds a BA in history from the University of Tennessee and an MA in Church History from Vanderbilt University. She has written many pamphlets and seasonal devotionals, and is a regular contributor to the quarterly “Living Faith” devotional, including “365 Devotions For Catholics.” She has five children, ages 35 to 13, and lives in Birmingham, AL, with the two youngest. She blogs at http://amywelborn.wordpress.com and her website is www.amywelborn.com

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Reach for your peak, your goal and your prize.

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Our Father …

As we build this community prayer platform, we ask the Lord to listen to our petitions with full confidence they not only are heard but acted upon by God according to His holy will. These requests are on my prayer list and I hope you consider putting them on yours as you place your petitions before the Lord Sunday.

Paula starts us off with this message. Overwhelmed? Pray… Stressed? Pray … Afraid? Pray… Lonely? Pray… Worried? Pray … God has your answers! Can I get an Amen!

The surgeon has decided Emily’s A1C is low enough to do surgery Wednesday (April 10).  There are more risks with this surgery so prayers are coveted.

Joseph has been battling pancreatic cancer for almost four years. He was diagnosed with AML-Leukemia last week. Prayers requested.

Joann and Becky are fighting cancer. Becky’s is aggressive and she is having an adverse reaction (encephalitis) to treatment. She’s in an induced coma and prognosis isn’t good. She is an Extraordinary Minister of Holy Communion and needs a miracle.

Fanta asks for prayer. She is in the hospital.

Norman needs prayer. He passed out and fell injuring himself badly Monday. He has gotten worse. Pray for the doctors to find the source of bleeding and stop it, and for his mental confusion to be cleared.

Tiffany had a long conversation with her dad, who is an unbeliever. He was more open to discussing things of scripture and even wrote down things to look up later. Please, please pray for him. She longs for him to know Christ!

We’ve heard of a number deaths this week, including Michael and Annette.

Jim and Joe are battling financial demons and attacks and Andrew continues to have more pain and challenges.

We come to You, Lord, because prayer is the least yet the greatest thing we can do for each other. When two or more are gathered in Your name, we confidently know You are with us. What better company can we have? You reign and we trust You! We may be broken and battered but know You heal and quiet the soul. You are the source for all that happens in our lives. We thank You for the progress being made. We thank You for the many blessings we have received this week — some we unfortunately didn’t notice. Nonetheless, those blessings are ever-present in our lives. We thank You for healing. We thank You for slowing us down. We thank You for providing us our daily needs — no more and no less. We thank You for being with us, listening to us, walking with us on this journey. We thank You for the support of our family and friends … for seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary — sunrises, sunsets, flowers, kids laughing, adventures, good news amid the bad news. We also know we can come to You with our concerns and they will be heard. We lift up those family members and friends who are battling various physical, emotional, financial, career or spiritual issues and ask not for Your guidance and healing (although that would be welcomed) but to keep reminding us we are not alone in our battles. Specifically we lift up Emily, Joseph, Joann, Becky, Fanta, Norman, Jim, Joe and Andrew. We ask you to soften Tiffany’s dad’s heart so we all can rejoice in the salvation of another soul. We remember Michel and Annette and their families as well as the families of all those You have called home. We grieve … You celebrate. We pray for obedience to Your Will so Your “Son” Light shines through us through the power of the Spirit. And we come to You through the confidence of the words taught by Your Son Jesus. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Keep your joys and concerns coming. They have been and will be included during my prayer time and I trust they will be on your lips as well as you approach the altar. All it takes is a couple of keystrokes under the “Contact Me” button on the top bar {or to the right if you’re not a follower yet}. I hope it becomes your best friend as you navigate around the site so we can all be viable prayer warriors. You can also comment or reach me at wisdomfromafather@gmail.com.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Decisions are too important to leave to chance.

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Five Minute Friday — Offer

It’s Friday! It’s Five Minute Friday time!

It doesn’t take much to excite me, I guess, but to actually get the time on a Friday to post with this amazing group, well, it’s priceless.

You know the drill. We receive the prompt from Kate, we ponder it in out heart, turn it over to the mind and let the fingers do the skipping to the tune of the day. Then we mingle at Kate’s place (in the Community section at www.fiveminutefriday.com) to share our work, peruse the work of others (pretty amazing stuff) and offer a word of two of encouragement.

You know how much I appreciate this treasured time and I’ve asked you to join in [you really, really should]. But I thought I would add some additional incentive from my fellow writers. Taken from snippets in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat, perhaps their words about what Five Minute Friday has meant to them will inspire you to give it a chance. Here is what Marisa had to say:

“Five Minute Friday began as a free-write and has turned into a weekly family reunion, where we talk chocolate, books, illness, health and even mourn, we ask for and give prayers while being wholly in God’s presence. It is where the broken-raw and messy-beautiful united with the faith that God will make all things right.”

The prompt this week is OFFER. The timer is set so it’s time to GO …

I remember it vividly. We had just signed on the bottom line for a fireplace in our new home. The phone rang. I excused myself as my very pregnant wife continued talking with the salesman. On the phone was an employer offering me a positing 1,000 miles away in response to a resume I had sent a few months earlier and had long forgotten about.

I declined, explaining my role now was staying home with my wife until she delivered our latest addition. End of opportunity.

A few months later, after the birth of my son, I received a call form that same employer — offering me a different job. After a visit I accepted the offer — and it changed my professional life.

The incident reminded me of another time. This time, I accepted an offer — way back when I was a pre-teen receiving Confirmation. I reasoned if I was going to accept an offer from God, I should probably make sure I meant it. So I made a commitment to trust in the Lord at the ripe old age of 12.

Was I always successful? … STOP

Of course not!

But since I accepted God’s offer, He steadfastly has stuck with me over the years  — even while I was backsliding. He’s loving like that.

You don’t have to wait for Confirmation or adult Baptism or any other formal event. You can accept the open offer of the Lord anytime. Trust me, as it did for me, His offer will change your spiritual life forever.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: So many dreams are waiting to be realized.

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The Downs Have Been Few But …

I’m usually an upbeat guy, a glass half full guy. Lately, however, I just haven’t cared if there was a glass at all.

It’s been a long winter. Many of my goals have not been realized. I’ve been questioning everything about my life … what I am doing {or attempting to do}, when things will break, where I’m at, why I’m here. I have migrated into a dark place — not a depressed place, but certainly a long way from Joyville. I know it has infected my life … and I can’t seem to find the right prescription to kill the germs. I have been living in the past rather than the present. And it’s frustrating because that is not me.

This week was particularly tough for some unexplainable reason. There was no one trigger, but a series of triggers that have worn my soul. Yesterday, I reverted to a day just about four years ago on the New York Thruway where one moment I was listening to a medley of Four Seasons songs and the next sobbing uncontrollably on the shoulder of the road, my mind racing in a thousand free range directions. That day, I had to pull over because, literally, I couldn’t see the road through my tears. I had a mental meltdown as intense as the days following my wife’s death.

Yesterday I was doing some work on the novel, listening to background music. The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me was followed by Because You Loved Me. Next thing I knew I was sobbing uncontrollably … so much so Angelina jumped in my lap to lap up the tears. My mind again started racing in a thousand of free range directions. The computer screen blurred through the bawling. My writing for the day came to a crashing halt.

Sitting there without saying a word, I mentally challenged everything in my life. I was angry. I was sad. I was melancholic. I questioned my past. I questioned my present. I questioned my future. I questioned the meaning of my life. I even questioned my faith. And I had this overwhelming sense I was alone … totally A-L-O-N-E.

And it all comes back to Karen. She has been on my mind a lot. People have been asking about her — both those who knew her and those who didn’t. My daughter found pictures of her I had forgotten about. Her urn became a topic of conversation from a visitor. Ghost, My Girl and Serendipity seemed to connect my spirit with hers. I’ve found myself musing about the plot lines in the Hallmark movies, reflecting on not my reactions but how I thought Karen would be reacting to them. Those two songs had a special meaning for us. Triggers … plural.

As I get older, I find myself being drawn back to my roots. I know I can’t go back to the 60s, but those days were so carefree. I mean, literally, life was good. I didn’t have to worry about my health, my wealth, my well being. As long as I had a couple bucks I could go where I wanted, almost whenever I wanted, grab a burger and fries and still have some jangle in my pocket. I was learning about life and love with anticipation. Now I’m watching it all in my rear view mirror. Today’s world is not the same as it was 50 years ago. Today I do have to worry about my health, my wealth, and my well being.

In short, you would not have wanted to see the sight in my living room yesterday. It was not pretty.

Today is a new day. The sun shines. I’m not in Joyville but I did see a road sign pointing its direction. Hopefully I’ll reach my destination soon.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Don’t put limits on yourself.

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Midweek Mirth

One of the misconceptions about being a Christian is non-Christians think we don’t know how to have fun or have a sense of humor. Trust me, if the Big Guy can have a sense of humor when it comes to dealing with us mere mortals, so can we.

The difference for Christians is we don’t have to debase ourselves or others to generate a smile. Laughter at life or ourselves is a gift from God.

So, let’s smile a little!

The Commandment

A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to “honor thy father and thy mother,” she asked “Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?” Without missing a beat one little boy answered, “Thou shall not kill.”

And now for the bonus …

Kids’ Letters To God

“In Sunday School they told us what you do. Who does it when you are on vacation?” — Jane

“Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don’t you just keep the ones you got now?” — Jane

“Who draws the lines around the countries?” — Nan

“I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that okay?” — Neil

“What does it mean you are a jealous God? I thought you had everything.” — Jane

“Did you really mean do unto others as they do unto you, because if you did then I’m going to fix my brother.” — Darla

“Why is Sunday School on Sunday? I thought it was supposed to be our day of rest.” — Tom L.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Don’t take things too seriously.

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Why Do I Write?

I was asked recently a loaded question — why do I write?

It’s a good question, but it’s loaded because there are a lot of reasons why I write, many decided because of my particular station in life.

If I’m honest, my love of writing began in school. I definitely felt more comfortable writing essay or sentence answers. I just felt comfortable putting down in words what I got out of the particular question rather than the boooring one or two word answer or the guessing game of multiple choice.

Of course, I was fortunate enough to start my working career at a newspaper. So, for the next 52 years or so I was sharing my thoughts on current events. Criticisms? Yes, there were some, although more often than not I was equally criticized from both sides. And just as often, the words led to dialogue.

My daughter encouraged me to start a blog seven years ago. Actually, she set it up for me. As I stated on Day 1, I called this column … er, blog Father Says, a play on two facets of my complex life. My comments are always filtered through the lens of Judeo-Christian values and largely based on 40 years of marriage raising five children.

The blog has pivoted  slightly over the years — ever so gently — especially as I formally recognized entry into the winter of my life. I have become more introspective and I have been more willing to wear my Jesus badge on  my sleeve.

I enjoy taking up this little space. I enjoy sharing my thoughts. I would like to think my followers do as well … at least that’s the feedback I receive.

I never intended to pursue the publishing route. It was never a dream. But it was a natural extension. You know the sequence. The novella was originally based on a community novel request right I made here on the blog. As long as there was interest, I told them, I would continue to advance the storyline.

Just like real life, things change. Except for naming the lead character [Samantha, which presented challenges in and of itself since I am far from being of the female persuasion], everyone bailed out and I was left to trudge along by myself [I did get positive feedback along the way, though, which buoyed me]. Early on I opted to put my Christian spin on the story.

I put the exercise away for a couple of years, but in the quiet of Maine, I was able to revisit and edit the project, while also attempting to convert it into a screenplay [That’s another story for another time and another project I am considering]. I finally decided to embark on a new path after a couple of years of procrastinating {I know I never do that}, although always questioning the value of the project and questioning myself. But I was encouraged through faith to take that first step and formally signed a publishing contract. That’s how Heaven Shines Through was born.

One of the things I learned after publishing Heaven Shining Through was one time is not enough. If you want credibility as a writer, you need a collection of work.

Enter phase two. I decided to publish a second book based on the posts found here on the blog and appropriately titled Wisdom From a Father. It includes 52 “chapters” which can be read at your own pace or broken into weekly hopefully inspirational thoughts. Each chapter takes ordinary, everyday events and puts a reflective spin on it. Topics include nature, events and reviews and are individually capped with my signature Thought To Remember.

However the big news {talk about burying the lead} is I am actively reworking Heaven Shining Through, expanding it from a novella into a novel — something a number of reviewers had requested. Yes, I said actively.

I’m about 80% through the project. I have some decisions to make on how to best complete it, how to flesh out the characters, and, most of all, how and where to end it.

That’s where you potentially come in. I would like to form a pre-launch team of no more than five individuals to beta read the book, offer suggestions and comments, keep me accountable and true to my Christian beliefs. I will create a private Facebook group for the team and schedule just a few online “meetings” to discuss the book and its progress.

If you’re interested, let me know. The best way is by e-mail, wisdomfromafather@gmail.com. I do hope you will let me know what you could  bring to the table and why you might be interested.

So, back to the original question. Why do I write.

It’s simple. I enjoy it. I enjoy sharing my life, my loves and losses, my thoughts, my God. I enjoy the relationships I’ve developed, relationships that have evolved into friendships — personal and online.

Writing doesn’t have to be daunting. We all have a story.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Understand, have courage, be strong.

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Changing the Standard

Our Words for the Week this time around come from Alan Smith and his Thought For The Day.

Conductor to orchestra at the beginning of a rehearsal: “Please get your pencils out … we have some marking to do on this score: “The first two bars are in 3/4, not 4/4 as written. Next, in the 5th bar, change it to 7/8 and this remains to the end. Now, in bar 7 we lower the pitch 1/2 step. In bar 13, lower the pitch one whole step and this will remain to the end. “Thank you. Now, let us begin.”

Soprano soloist: “Excuse me, Maestro. What would you like for me to change?”

Conductor: “Nothing, madam. Just sing it exactly as you did yesterday.”

When we vary from the standard, there are two things we can do. We can alter our lives to meet the standard, or (as in the story above) we can alter the standard and expect everyone else to meet this new flawed standard.

The spiritual application should be readily apparent. What should we do when someone is teaching that which is not according to the Word of God, our spiritual standard? Do we hold to the standard and require them to comply, or do we attempt to change the standard?

There can be no choice — the standard cannot change. Breaking the scale won’t fix our weight problem, breaking the mirror won’t change the way we look, and changing (or ignoring) God’s Word won’t make our sinful behavior acceptable.

The word of the Lord endures forever (I Peter 1:25).

THOUGH TO REMEMBER: Within you are so many answers.

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Church is Beautiful and Messy — But Really, It’s Beautiful

I recently saw a wire sculpture by Ruth Asawa on display in a local museum. I was intrigued by the intricate beauty of the woven wire and the complexity of its lines. I couldn’t decide if the sculpture was drawing my attention in towards its center or out onto the gallery wall and beyond.

Both directions seem to be a metaphor for the church.

Being a part of the church means I have a community of believers to join on Sundays with whom I experience the presence of the divine. It means I have a physical place to go that encourages me to reach inward and connect with God on a weekly basis.

And in this inward turning, I am sustained and renewed by the worship, prayers, and pastors’ teachings. I am supported by the love and care of my fellow congregants. Once last year, when I had tough week, a friend from church made a double portion of dinner for her family and brought my family dinner too. A simple act with great love; actions like this and other kindnesses ripple throughout the congregation every week, too many to count.

This is the drawing inward, the core of church for me. The corporate confession, the congregational singing of the Kyrie and the familiar faces: these remind me I am not journeying alone. I travel inward to known peace and known people, to the worn beauty of the space and the songs that I’ve memorized. I seek and find restoration and connection for myself, just as the pieces of wire in the sculpture are tied together.

These remind me I am not journeying alone.

And yet, the same lines that draw my eye inward also push it out, beyond the edges of the sculpture. As I soak up the known and familiar patterns of corporate faith in worship, I see the church moving out into the community and world. Each week during the offering, I watch children pull a red food pantry wagon down the center aisle. Congregants pass boxes of cereal and canned goods to eager young hands that place them in the wagon. This food moves on to the local food pantry after service.

Looking outward also means we might get up at 4 a.m. and pile into the church van to drive to Washington, DC. We join other churches and Bread for the World to advocate on behalf of the hungry. Reaching beyond ourselves and with volunteers from other churches and college students on spring break, we help rebuild homes after Hurricane Sandy. Others join us, moving out in their faith too.

This outward reaching leads to an opening of church doors for us and a sharing of our church’s physical space as well. The Hurricane Sandy volunteers stay in our building, their cots set up in the Sunday school classrooms. Senior citizens take classes there, like art and opera appreciation. A Jewish minyan meets in our building on Saturday mornings, and a Buddhist prayer and meditation group is there one evening a week. Our undocumented brothers and sisters in faith have taken literal sanctuary in our church building, some of them living there for months on end. The open doors and the church’s outward movement are a conduit, ushering in God’s grace.

I notice the places where this sculpture is tied together are like little barbs. The outward-reaching element of the church can be messy and tiring, even painful.

Sometimes our building is not as clean as I would like, sometimes the wear and tear gets ahead of us. Sometimes things get taken from the classrooms or lost, and the bathroom runs out of toilet paper. The hallways are often crowded. Sometimes there’s not a quiet space to be found for a church-related meeting, and the “Listening to Opera” class next door seems longer than two hours. Sometimes the children pulling the food pantry wagon push each other and the Sunday trip down the aisle is less about generosity and more about jockeying for a prime position. Or someone uses the prayer chapel as a place to chat on their phone.

Sometimes, though, the red wagon overflows with winter socks and canned food and there aren’t enough children to collect the bounty. The vast array of ages and languages and people from all walks of life and faith traditions means God’s whole beloved world is constantly before my eyes. And sometimes when I’m in my office on a Saturday morning, I hear the minyan singing their prayers. I am drawn into God’s presence and filled up and sustained, and it’s not even Sunday yet.

Wendy Jager is on staff at the Reformed Church of Highland Park in New Jersey. She also works part time for Interfaith-RISE, a branch office of the U.S. Committee for Refugees and Immigrants.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: You’ll make it through whatever comes along.

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Prayer Warriors

As we build this community prayer platform, we ask the Lord to listen to our petitions with full confidence they not only are heard but acted upon by God according to His holy will. These requests are on my prayer list and I hope you consider putting them on yours as you place your petitions before the Lord Sunday.

Walter was diagnose with Type A flu. He is on bed rest (yeah, right). A geriatric nurse has been a Godsend and his nephew was a great help moving him since he can’t walk. Prayers please.

David is in ICU with septic and in organ failure. Please pray.

Nola is calling on the Father to please touch our unsaved family members and friends. Speak to their hearts, draw them closer, and allow them to see a glimpse of You through us.

Jennifer asks for prayers for her housing needs. Her present situation is ending in a little under a month and a half. She need prayers God will move in a radical, overtly miraculous way … or He gives me ease of heart to endure the full non-protected version of homelessness again. I do.

KJ is asking for some prayers for his “works”. He is stigmatic and it has been a very long and confusing journey for him. He knows the words to write, but I think I need prayer to get them written out.

Kevin has cancer that has returned. Chemo/radiation is not working and the doctors have said there’s not much left they could do. No time frame. Thank you!

Ed  is asking for prayers for his digital ministry.

Mary Beth is at peace and out of pain.

Jim and Joe are battling financial demons and attacks and Andrew continues to have more pain and challenges.

We come to You, Lord, because prayer is the least yet the greatest thing we can do for each other. When two or more are gathered in Your name, we confidently know You are with us. What better company can we have? You reign and we trust You! We may be broken and battered but know You heal and quiet the soul. You are the source for all that happens in our lives. We thank You for the progress being made. We thank You for the many blessings we have received this week — some we unfortunately didn’t notice. Nonetheless, those blessings are ever-present in our lives. We thank You for healing. We thank You for slowing us down. We thank You for providing us our daily needs — no more and no less. We thank You for being with us, listening to us, walking with us on this journey. We thank You for the support of our family and friends … for seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary — sunrises, sunsets, flowers, kids laughing, adventures, good news amid the bad news. We also know we can come to You with our concerns and they will be heard. We lift up those family members and friends who are battling various physical, emotional, financial, career or spiritual issues and ask not for Your guidance and healing (although that would be welcomed) but to keep reminding us we are not alone in our battles. Specifically we lift up Walter, David, Nola, Jennifer, KJ, Kevin, Ed, Jim, Joe and Andrew. We remember Mary Beth and her family and the families of all those You have called home. We grieve … You celebrate. We pray for obedience to Your Will so Your “Son” Light shines through us through the power of the Spirit. And we come to You through the confidence of the words taught by Your Son Jesus. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Keep your joys and concerns coming. They have been and will be included during my prayer time and I trust they will be on your lips as well as you approach the altar. All it takes is a couple of keystrokes under the “Contact Me” button on the top bar {or to the right if you’re not a follower yet}. I hope it becomes your best friend as you navigate around the site so we can all be viable prayer warriors. You can also comment or reach me at wisdomfromafather@gmail.com.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Count your blessings, not your troubles.

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Five Minute Friday — Measure

It’s Five Minute Friday time. You know what that means … letting the neurons out of their cages to roam free, spark the heart, mind and soul and trigger the finger movements for a five minute post on a specific prompt word. And when the exercise is over, we’ll head to Kate’s place (in the Community section at www.fiveminutefriday.com) to link up with my amazing fellow writers and share and swap words of encouragement.

You know how much I appreciate this treasured time and I’ve asked you to join in [your really, really should]. But I thought I would add some additional incentive from my fellow writers. Taken from snippets in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat, perhaps their words about what Five Minute Friday has meant to them will inspire you to give it a chance. And I welcome other contributors to share their insights on why this exercise is so important, why they joined or how it has enriched their lives.

“I had opened a blog and never written in it when I found Five Minute Friday in 2013. I love writing, but didn’t know thing one about blogging. FMF gave me the impetus to start writing in my blog. Since then, I’ve expanded, grown, refined. It has been such a journey! I am so grateful for the way FMF drew out my spontaneous side and gave me permission to write without my inner critic editing every dot and tittle to a perfection. I met some of my greatest blogging friends through FMF. We are still connected to this day through social media. One friend helped me launch my new site. Another included me in a blogging group on FB that helped ‘raise’ me through my adolescence as a blogged (which I’m probably still in!). When I look back at all the tributaries in my online writing career, FMF was the source of many of them. Since blogging, I wrote some parenting posts which got the attention of another author who invited me to co-author a book two years ago. That invitation was birthed from my blog which was given wings through FMF. Such goodness!” — Patti

Okay. Back to the task at hand.  The prompt is MEASURE and the timer has been set. So, it’s time  to GO…

How do we measure things?

When it comes to tangibles, it’s pretty easy. You know, measure twice, cut once … or in my case, measure twice, cut once and call an expert.

The point is we have the to0ls to gauge and measure. The instruments help us with scientific and mathematical problems against a standard. You know, an inch is an inch {not those pesky 64ths} and an ounce is an ounce {not a pinch or handful}.

But what about the intangibles in life? You know things life success and emotions. How do we measure those?

Sometimes, we borrow “tools” from the tangible world. We use a series of emoji, for example, ranging from happy faces to sad faces to gauge happiness or sadness.

But how do you measure success? The biggest house? The flashiest car? The most expensive vacations? Those are outward measures, but tell us very little about the inward self.

What about faith? Or self-worth? Or personal satisfaction? Or? Or? Or?

For me … STOP

those are all tied together — and the key is faith. We can’t “measure” our faith. Honestly, at least for me, if I borrowed the “happy/sad” face as a means of measurement there would be both. A better illustration might be the footsteps in the sand. I’m betting there would be more singular footsteps than paired imprints.

Despite that, I say faith is key in determining — measuring — our self-worth and personal satisfaction. As soon as I recognize there is Someone with me, I can re-focus. My attitude changes. I know I am not alone.

And I can measure my faith by using the inexact measurements of that old rugged cross from two millennia ago. Sometimes I have to see the dying Christ on the cross. Other times I have to focus on the empty cross and — more important — the empty tomb. Those are the emoji I use.

When it comes to my core values I follow my same mantra — measure twice, cut once and rely on the Expert.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Take the days just one at a time.

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