Do not walk in the path of human reason, and resist the pressures that would project you into conjectures about the future. Live one day at a time! ~ Frances J Roberts

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Imagine with me a moment. Let’s say you are unhappy with the election. Let’s say you are downright livid, frightened out of your skin, worried, unconsolable. You and like-minded friends talk about all the horrible things that are going to happen to this and within this country. You talk about the might be’s, the what if’s, and the I heard’s. Let’s say you spend the rest of this month and the better part of the next in this stew of emotions.

Let’s say you die on December 12th.

Is this the way you would have  wanted to fill your last days? Anger, fear, worry, depression? The irony of it all is that the misery you and your like-minded friends on Facebook and around the coffee table feared might happen, would have actually happened in your life by your own hand.

We are all given one day at a time. And in that day, we need to tell ourselves the truth about that day. DON’T TRUST THE MEDIA TELL YOU THE TRUTH! Why? Because they have a vested interest in keeping things stirred up.

Stay in the day you are in. If what you fear actually  happens in that day, then you have reason to fret. However, I suggest you find beauty in each day. Instead of contributing hate, anger, and fear on your FB page and among friends, choose to be an instrument of peace, spark kindness, and be a source of life.

Do yourself a favor and tell yourself the truth.



When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you’ll never get back.Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time. ~ Rick Warren

When I think back over my life, I remember moments more than things. Do you? Things gather dust, grow outdated, break, get lost, sometimes sold in garage sales, or are given away. But when I give my time, moments are created. Those we keep for a lifetime. Giving time gives me rewards, like laughing with my dad. Or the fun I have taking my mom to Mississippi to visit her sister. (My beautiful mom is on my right side in this pic. Her sister is on my left). We talk, we laugh, and solve the worlds problems during that ten-hour journey.


Watching my children grow into adults and having children of their own are like daily diamonds—a lot of pressure while they are forming, but are sparkling jewels in my memories. Remember that Amanda! Elizabeth is a diamond in the rough!

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And let’s not forget friends. When my soul-tank is empty, they fill it back up. I always want to make time to do the same for them.


I gladly give the gift of my time to others. because the rewards received back are rich moments that will remain with me throughout my life and grow more valuable with each passing year.

Stuff is stuff. Poof! It’s gone. But moments? They are everlasting. And in the giving is the receiving.




I know it may seem strange to some, but each year I focus on a word and meditate on it the next twelve months. That said, I’ve been stuck on the word truth for two years now. It is so illusive and that’s weird because it shouldn’t be. But each person has a different filter and they process things through that filter which may not be like someone else’s and then the arguments begin.

I’m reading a book by Subodh K Pandit titled CROSS EXAMINATION The Evidence for Belief, and while he is writing about God, I’m also learning  how to go about discerning. There are so many groups who think they have the corner on truth. Whether it be politics, human and animal rights, the food we eat, health, or religion. Folks beat their chests, their Bibles, or each other, trying to force their point. And all the while they only succeed in inflating themselves and the situation.

A statement Pandit made in his book is the perfect observation to what is happening today. He wrote, “I’ve also come across a peculiar notion which holds that if we are strongly convinced about something, our enthusiasm and passion should be accepted as sufficient evidence of its own validity. An impartial inquiry is not required and honesty can be put aside so long as we are defending what we feel honor-bound to defend. 

Wow, I see a lot of that lately. But yelling at television cameras, posting on Facebook, and attending activist meetings whether it be in a city hall, the town square, on a street corner, in a meeting, over lunch or even in a church, does not necessarily mean what we are pounding the table about is true. And that is sad, because this kind of behavior is what divides us. It isn’t done in a humble, honest, respectful way. Instead of pointing a virtual finger in my chest telling me I’m wrong, it is better to have an honest dialogue and be willing to examine all sides.

Jesus advised us to set our minds on what is truth. Not what our emotions tell us is truth, not what activists or alarmist tell us what is truth, not what we read on the Internet.

So how do we come to the truth? It is a process of patience, humility, examination of evidence, and a calm mind. Perhaps that is why it has been my word for two years. I’ve had to work through my own emotion, activism, and alarmist tendencies.
And I think I’ll probably be focusing on this word another year . . . at least.