go make a difference

Sitting here at dilworth in Matthews, and watched a woman hold traffic while a handicapped person made the turn into the shopping center. How cool is that?! I have to say I am very impressed with how she handled the situation. I am ashamed to think that if i were put in the same situation I would most likely have done nothing. Traffic laws are made for just such a time as this. Why make a move? Because we care. We care for those who have a hard time getting through life.

It surprises me that this is the second, maybe more, post that i have done so far that has involved handicapped people. I think that the disabled have a place in my heart. It is touching to me whenever something – such as the woman I just witnessed – happens. So wonderful. My only question is, “why haven’t more people taken notice? Why is the first time I’ve seen someone take such care of the handicapped?”

I believe that we can all be making a difference. How? There are millions of organizations and charities that help the causes that we rare all secretly aware of, yet publicly ignoring. Please think about helping out the people who are so often discouraged and usually mistreated. Google it people! There’s so much we can be doing!!

M.fs

hop the fence?

Change. I’m avoiding the change I know needs to be made. Decisions, every day. Do or don’t? I’m convicted.

People do what they want to do – meaning that unless there is a change inside, no matter what words you say, or what promises you make, or what you’re thinking, you’ll always find a way to do what you want. There’s always a way to break the rules, to hop the fence, or to go around, but if we inwardly purpose to do right, to abide by the rules and laws that have been put there for our protection and benefit… if we truly *want* to change, we will.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me – Philipians 4:13

Do I want to change? Inside, I do. Outside? I’m overloaded with my temptation, with my comfortable life, with my “everyday”. Sometimes we need to give up what we love, what means the most, in order to change for the better. Sometimes it’s hard, but we can do it.

(Plinky prompt: What are you avoiding?)

fight on

No more suffering, no more pain
Never again

I’m in the war of my life,
at the door of my life,
out of time
and there’s nowhere to run
I’m in the war of my life,
at the core of my life
Got no choice but to fight til its done

So fight on,
fight on everyone
fight on
got no choice but to fight til it’s done
I won’t give up
I won’t run
I won’t stop for anyone…

This is part of a song by John Mayer called War of My Life. It’s really inspiring, and exactly what I feel right now – there’s a lot of decisions to be made (every day is a new decision isn’t it? But that’s another post…) and somehow, the way he puts it is perfect. Fight on!

M.fs

heat exhaustion

Contemplating. I may not think my life is so bad, comparatively speaking, it’s quite above-board. I’m working, I’m helping, I’m saving, I’m learning, I’m teaching, I’m setting examples… ah yes, examples. There’s been a phrase in the back of my mind (actually, racing from back to front about a thousand times at a hundred miles per hour) for the past, oh I don’t know, months it feels like. Maybe even a year or two.

Someone is always watching.

Yes, it’s true. How simple it seems. I put it on the back burner to simmer a bit. Eventually, the heat begins to boil it up again, until it’s now boiling over. It forces me to look at it, to take care of the mess I’ve made. And again, it’s brought back to my attention. There’s someone watching me. There are eyes everywhere. Even if I can’t see, there’s always someone watching.

It’s humbling, and it keeps me on track (or at least, I try to stay on track). But the fact is, everything I thought about my life, is completely different when seen from someone else’s perspective. Looking at myself, my life, from another’s point of view, away from what I love, away from my pleasures, and away from that which keeps me feeling “at home”, everything is foreign to me.
Working? She’s doing what’s expected, maybe less, but is she going the extra mile?
Helping? Who? She’s got a lot of friends, or should I say, “acquaintances”. Looks as if she’s doing as much as possible while not doing anything. (does that make sense to anyone else but me?)
Saving? Yeah right. She’s got an empty bank account if that’s what you’re playing. Saving… lives? I don’t think so. Saving… time? Uh, no. She’s lazy, unproductive, head in the clouds.
Learning? Well to be honest, she’s learning a little. But is she getting the most she can out of it, or is she skimming the pages?
Teaching? Teaching who? Her little “friends”? She’s not teaching, she’s gossiping, she’s monologuing.
Setting examples? That’s a joke. She’s so messed up right now, she hardly knows what to do. Major problems. She’s contradictory, a liar, and a hypocrite. What kind of example is she setting?

They’re watching me. They’re always watching me. Is this what they see? Is this not enough to change me? I tell myself I’m trying, I tell myself I have to change. To no avail – temptation cave-in, and I’m left under a pile of so many decisions that I don’t know where to begin. My prayer: to have the strength to dig through it little by little…

For I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. – Philippians 4:13

Join me in my prayer – shout to the L-rd a new song on my behalf.

M.fs

day 1

A brand new day. A day of change. A day that has the potential to go anywhere. It’s the decisions we make each day that determine whether it’ll be “good” or “bad”. Purposing from the beginning here – it’s going to be a good day. :-)

In the end, all we can do is keep breathing.

M.fs