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Simple Thoughts From a Simple Life


My thoughts are simple this morning.
The smell and the feel of my coffee.
The songs of the birds through my slightly opened window.
The feel of a very cool spring morning.
The quiet.

Simple thoughts.

Healing body, mind and spirit.

Nothing profound or revolutionary.
Not a goal in my mind...yet.

The simple thought and acceptance that I am not here to fix and mend and change the world. 

I'm just here to truly LIVE within it.  To love.  

So if I disappear into the great unknown of history and my life is not marked by greatness or achievement, fame or fortune.  

If I'm only remembered by the sons I adore and my family whom I treasure and the people that I have come into contact with...isn't that enough?

If my legacy becomes deeply embedded into the lives of others and my prayer becomes their prayer and my hope their hope.  Haven't I lived?

If my life were to end right now and I was to go spend eternity with my Savior and the lover of my soul, the only thing that will matter here on earth is what I have invested into those I love.   Those around me. That they may know Him.  That they know I love them.  

If my living is compost to a future generation to loosen the soil and provide some shelter then I am truly blessed and will have considered my life success.

The reason for the goals and work of the rest of my life is all about my family, my church and my family.

These simple thoughts remind me of precious truth this morning.  

I can't make things happen but I can get more and more out of the way and take barriers and weeds and disruptions out of the way to make room for growth and healing.

Have a simple day!



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