What a lovely thought
What a lovely thought
I cherish being with those exceptional people who always see the best in others. One of my dearest friends is such a person. He truly and sincerely walks in love. I have never heard him criticize or speak ill of anyone, politicians aside. He is kind, compassionate, and looks only at his own flaws and short-comings. He loves his neighbors as himself, even when he disagrees with them. He inspires me.
I try not to share any negative words to influence others’ opinions about others; rather, to let others form their own opinion based on their experience, not mine.
I try not to criticize others. I try to remember to see others as I am–imperfect. Often I fail.
Imagine if we all looked first at our own imperfections before finding fault with others.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14
Sunrise, the colors of the sky, clouds, sunbeams, egrets and herons at water’s edge, birds chirping, ocean sounds, thunder, rain on a tin roof, sunset, a starry night.
I love — yes, really love — receiving an e-mail that brings joy and makes my day. An uplifting, inspirational thought. Beautiful nature photos. A devotional that touches my soul. Photos of our adorable little ones. Humor that makes me laugh out loud.
And then there are those other ones that tear down instead of lift up. I don’t receive too many of those, because I’ve let senders know that I do not appreciate having my mailbox defiled by mean-spirited thoughts, political or otherwise.
My e-mail history is not pristine. I’m sure I’ve shared things that were not pure of heart or in the best of taste.
The more I recognize the influence of today’s vast communications media, the more I think about what I send into cyberspace: What does this message say about me? Am I lifting up or tearing down?
After months in a vase in my kitchen window, a cutting from a favorite hydrangea has sprouted tiny roots. More than once I considered giving up, thinking enough time had elapsed for roots to form. But I remained hopeful, and time allowed for development. These new roots hold promise for growth and new life. In time, vibrant blossoms are a real possibility
“It’s never too late to be what you might have been,” is a well-known quote by George Eliot (Mary Anne Evans). I interpret her message as encouragement to seek personal growth and find one’s authentic self, however long it takes.
Rather than leave room to misconstrue as, “What you are now is not enough,” I would say: “It’s never too late to realize your full potential.”
It is never too late to grow new roots, new life . . . to bloom.