The Importance Of A Solid Foundation

Society has a way of entangling us in its tentacles.

People pull and tug on us and things seem to ensnare us.

We step away from our roots a bit as we become stifled with the needs of others.

We end up neglecting the ones who mean the most to us. We even forget to take care of our own needs.

We are lured by fads, get caught up in the craze, and lose sight of what is right tin front of us.

When we drift from what’s important, we lose our focus; remember what’s essential in life.

Sometimes we must use both our eyes and our hearts to see.

Breathe. Take a look around. Feel your environment.

Make choices that empower you but also support others.

When we forget who we are and the stuff we’re made of, our color fades away. We blend into the background.

Our core values are the two legs we stand on…we need to dig our feet in the ground so our integrity can not be swayed or bought.

We each have a purpose. We might not know our higher purpose, but our daily purpose is to live each moment with intention. We have the ability to make things happen.

Strong foundations weather change and stand the test of time. Yes, a solid foundation endures a lifetime.

We are defined by our beliefs…our lives are guided by our trusts and doubts.

We become the choices we make.

When we have solid foundations we don’t look for others to blame because we know we are the inventors of our lives.

When we have a solid foundation we won’t lose ground. Regardless of entanglements we’ll continue the course.

We will live our lives with meaning.

We will make a positive impact in our own little niche of this world.

****Living in the Gap

February 21, 2012 – Inappropriate laughter

My family has been in town visiting. We sit down to dinner. Dirt Man starts saying grace. My sister’s dog comes up to the table and moans. Dirt Man stops and tells the dog, “Sorry, buddy. The Lord comes first.” And he continues the blessing. My mom gets so tickled she starts laughing and is trying to hold it back. I open my eyes and watch her holding her hand over her mouth, her face is scrunched up and turning blue, tears are running down her face, and she is gasping trying not to giggle. I try to hold back my laughter and poke my sister to look at my mom. We lose it and when we start laughing my mom cuts loose. Everyone looks up, and Dirt Man lets out a small chuckle but continues while the crazy woman and her two crazy daughters shake the table as we stifle our snickers.