Monday, May 31, 2010

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Inspired by a Hero

Who inspires you?  It is your child, your spouse, or notables who have turned tragedy into triumph?   Eric Harvey writes, "I was recently inspired by a hero and, after reading his words, I have a feeling you'll be inspired as well."

In A Tender Warrior, Lieutenant General Hal Moore, military hero, accomplished author, and national speaker on leadership, shares his letters to America:

America used to be the proud home of civility. We can be again. Seldom does civility stand alone. It is seldom a one-time act. It invites compassion and sacred honor as sister pillars. It serves others and strengthens the bond in relationships.
An unequalled pledge of sacred honor took place on April 9, 1865:
As Lee rode “Traveller” to surrender to Grant at Appomattox, Grant formed his Union troops in two lines. They stood with their swords at attention as Lee, with great dignity, progressed the final yards to the farmhouse, riding between the “formed lines of respect.” With the slow, high-lifting discipline of each hoof, leader was preparing to meet leader at his and America’s best – in the worst of times.

During the surrender, a personal movement of appreciated civility occurred: “General Lee removed his sword and handed it to General Grant, and Grant handed it back.”
After the surrender, as General Lee mounted his horse to depart, General Grant stepped down from the porch, and, moving toward Lee, saluted him by raising his hat. All officers present followed him in this act of civility, compassion and honor. Lee raised his hat respectfully, and rode off in great dignity…loving America still.
- Excerpted from

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Going Home

When I first watched this (Libera) performance I was totally smitten!
Like one friend remarked, "This must be what angels sound like!"                             

If you've time to watch (please, don't forget to "mute" my music player!), I'm certain their sweet voices and message will bless you!

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Spiritual Sundays

Good morning!   When I received this e-mail last week (thank you, Debra!!!), it spoke to my heart ... I soooo hope it strikes a chord with you, as well.


Every time I am asked to pray, I
think of the old fellow who always prayed,
'Lord, prop us up on our leanin' side.'
After hearing him pray that prayer many times, someone
asked him why he prayed that prayer so fervently.

He answered, 'Well sir, you see, it's like this....
I got an old barn out back. It's been there a long time;
it's withstood a lot of weather; it's gone through a lot of storms,
and it's stood for many years.

It's still standing.
But one day I noticed it was leaning to one side a bit.
So I went and got some pine poles and
propped it up on its leaning side so it wouldn't fall.

Then I got to thinking about that and
how much I was like that old barn.. I've been around a long time..

I've withstood a lot of life's storms.
I've withstood a lot of bad weather in life,
I've withstood alot of hard times, and I'm still standing too.
But I find myself leaning to one side from time to time,
so I like to ask the Lord to prop me up on my leaning side,
'cause I figure a lot of us get to leaning at times.

Sometimes we get to leaning toward anger,
leaning toward bitterness, leaning toward hatred, leaning
toward cussing, leaning toward a lot of things that we shouldn't.
Sowe need to pray, 'Lord, prop us up on our leaning side,
so we willstand straight and tall again, to glorify the Lord.''

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Walk in my Footprints

Mother's Day.   Since my own sweet mama made her transition, each year's observance is bittersweet .... filled with thankfulness, but too, a sense of loss so deep ... there are no words.  

I think it appropriate today to share a song penned by the music director of my former congregation in Florida.   I can soooo identify with these lyrics.   Perhaps you might, as well?

- Sue K. Riley

When I was just a little girl, out walking in the snow,
Following my mother on an errand long ago.
The air was cold, the snow was deep -- I struggled not to fall.
My mother could not carry me, because her arms were full.
So with her voice of love, she said to me:

"Just walk in my footprints, walk in my footprints.
Stay right behind me and I will lead the way.
I know you are frightened, but I will keep you safe,
And you shall know no harm.
Just walk in my footprints."

Just thinking of the many things I learned at Mother's knee.
How to cook and how to sew and my identity.....
She taught me Truth so wonderful in it's simplicity,
And molded me with quiet strength to stand on my own feet.

Yes, I'm the fruits of labor from a carefully tended garden;
Her loving hands have gently sheltered me.
And though while I was small, she held me close within her shadow.
Yet as I grew, she knew to set me free.

Now, where did all the years go?
There's silver in her hair.
Though time has held her gently, her body seems quite frail.
And sometimes she is lonely and needs some comforting,
But the sampling she has nurtured has grown into a tree.
And with a voice of love I say to her,

"Just walk in my footprints, walk in my footprints.
Stay right behind me and I will lead the way.
I know you are frightened, but I will keep you safe,
And you shall know no harm......"
Just walk in my footprints."

Happy Mother's Day, everyone .... and a blessed new week!