Mid-Week Motivation


“All things beautiful must rise above the surface.”~

~laura

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here and now


Start living where you are.

A thousand years from now it will not matter how rich you were

how BIG your house was

or even how many cars you owned.

Just as the fog vanishes quickly in the rise,

so does time in the Here and Now.

And just as the sunset quickly fades,

so does the

Here and Now….

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Does God Do Jigsaw Puzzles?


Have you ever had one of the days, weeks months and even years…when you just want to give up? You know… when you just want to pull the covers back over your head and forget everything that exists in your life at the moment? We’ve probably all experienced moments like these.

Sometimes our lives can get filled with worries, anxieties, guilt and grief that depression sets in and life just seems lifeless.

Why doe we do this to ourselves?

What do we think will gain by these actions and behaviors?

We do this because we are human. We depend on ourselves to fix it. And when we can’t…we gain nothing but more worries, anxieties, grief and guilt.

If you can, picture a jigsaw puzzle in your mind. Metaphorically speaking, our lives are much like that puzzle. God has known from the beginning of time, who you once was, who you are now, and the person you will become. He has given us pieces to our personal, unique puzzle that only we can fit and piece together in this journey called life.

Sometimes, people may try to piece your puzzle together for you. Don’t let them.

Receive the help when offered. God may be sending someone in your direction to give you the guidance needed. It’s perfectly ok for them to help guide you in which piece fits where, especially when you’re struggling. A joint effort from those who have successfully completed a puzzle or two builds community and a bond. The pieces just seem to fall into place. But ultimately, it’s your puzzle. Take on the challenges and learn from the experiences.

What if the piece your working on just doesn’t fit? That’s ok. Move on to another piece. Philippians 1:6 reminds us that you’re not alone. God is working on you and your pieces to help complete your work of art. In fact, there may be many who help you in the journey of piecing it all together.

Puzzles are time-consuming. If you’ve ever taken on the task of a large puzzle, you will find that the pieces are everywhere. You need them all. You have to lay it all out on the table to see exactly what you’re dealing with. If it looks challenging…that’s ok. Take your time. Puzzles can become clearer once you step back and take another look. So it is with life.  Patience and perseverance will be your friend, if you let it.

Once you’ve stepped back, take a look at the big picture. Most puzzles are sold in a box. On the front cover of the box is the photo of what your puzzle should look like, once completed. I’ve always found the front box cover helpful. The many fragments and pieces on the table become confusing and I sometimes will lose concentration. The box cover enhances the focus. The box cover provides a clearer vision for each piece.  Where would we be without that awesomely crafted box cover?

Much like the box cover, Christ is our box cover in life. When we cooperate with the Holy Spirit and use the Bible as our guide in placing each piece in its proper place, God will transform our pile of pieces into a beautifully crafted box cover for life. (Philippians 2)

Without God, our puzzles will never be complete.

God is continually working on our puzzles. Just when we think a piece won’t fit…or even when a piece is missing; God is working it all out for us to complete the picture. He helps to perfect us in our moments of imperfection.

Your journey through life is like a jigsaw puzzle.

When is the last time you worked on your puzzle with God?

Remember: As you go through life, you never have to be alone.

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Once Upon a Time…and Not So Long Ago (revised)


Once upon a time, there was a boy…and there was a girl. The boy pursued the girl. The girl, being awestruck with his wit and charm, fell quickly for the boy. Over time, they fell in love and became husband and wife. Their love and attraction for each other grew very strong. But just how strong was their marriage?  Every relationship comes with baggage. Was their love strong enough to help each other unpack?

Time went by. The boy pleased her with spontaneous smiles, encouraging words and small tokens of love.  She, in turn, packed his lunch with his favorite foods along with special notes, only for his eyes to read. She even went hunting with him, so she could be his number one cheerleader. Yes, they were happily married.

Little did they know that life would not always be so blissful, calm, and “easy going.”

Work, bills, children and “life” began to set in. Although their love was strong, many distractions  interfered with their relationship. The boy was not so smiley and the girl…not so cheery.

One day, while traveling…the two began to argue. The boy, still concentrating on the road as well as trying to win the argument, said something very hurtful to the girl. Silently, she cried. Everything was quiet. The boy thought he had won. Notice, I said “thought” he had won.

Foolish as he was, the boy couldn’t let it go. He had to open his mouth and say one more thing. The girl was no longer crying and the silence would soon be broken.

The girl started thinking about one of his most irritating, annoying mannerisms. His pen! That annoying, obnoxious, aggravating pen! Everywhere he was, the pen was always close by.  When he misplaced it, (which was all the time) she would hear the echoing words, “Have you seen my pen?” She never understood his obsession with a pen but today was not the day to even try. So, in her temporary state of madness, she quickly snatched that thin, golden pen from his right shirt pocket. Before he knew what had happened, the pen flew from her fingertips and kissed the wind. Her silence had been broken! His pen was gone!

Thirty-one years had gone by…and that same boy and girl had found themselves driving down a somewhat, similar road. Of course, they were much older and way more experienced in matters of love and marriage. Right? Wrong!

The boy had experienced a rough day at work. The girl found herself a little, correction… a lot on the tired side. They began talking about their day’s events. The longer they talked, the more irritated the boy became. The girl noticed his tone had changed and so she asked, “Are you grouchy?”

 In a matter-of-fact voice, he replied, “No, not at all!”

But within mere moments, the boy’s attitude was very uncooperative. The girl expressed, “You seem to be very argumentative. If you’re trying to get an argument from me, it won’t work…because I am too tired.”

The boy, with a condescending smile began to explain, “I’m not wanting to argue, and by the way, the word is argumentive, not argumentative!” Yes, the girl was tired. But she was not too tired to win an argument, especially with a boy who was misspelling a word (which rarely happened).

So, the girl began to spell the word for him.

“A-r-g-u-m-e-n-t-a-t-i-v-e.”

Of course, the boy disagreed and said, “Google it. You’ll see I’m right.”

And, so she did. She Googled it.

The letters appeared before his eyes as if it was the first time he had ever seen the word.

The boy’s condescending smile  quickly turned sheepish. The boy continued to drive.

The girl held his hand, and smiled within.

Two more years have passed. The boy still pursues the girl. The girl is still awestruck with his wit and charm. Together, they raised their two children and became grandparents. There have been many roads and many arguments within their thirty-three years of marriage. In time, she replaced his thin, gold pen and he learned how to correctly spell the word ‘argumentative.’

Regardless of where their baggage came from and no matter how many bumpy roads they traveled, their suitcases never became so full that they couldn’t close the lid. Sometimes the boy carried her load and sometimes she carried his. All relationships come with baggage. The goal is to find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.

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