True Stories
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Visions of a Cheeseburger.......
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In an attempt to embrace change in my personal life, I also changed my professional life by devoting a year working in Houston. A 266 mile change. A bit risky but I needed change. Change....when something solid is "broken."
This "True Story" not only caused me to think but also forced me to act. Dream.
Monday through Friday...same route to and from work on the ever busy , ever popular Beltway 8. Bumper to bumper traffic...aggressive driving...honking horns and not to mention...CONSTRUCTION! After a long days work, I made my way towards the crazy traffic flowing slowly towards the beltway. Under the overpass there was this man, we saw him everyday. T-shirt, jeans, baseball cap, a big red bike and an old dog. He stood there everyday holding a raggedy old 8x10 cardboard sign "eny thing helps, pleese help." (written exactly like that!)
9 months passed.... his same spot....same sign. Sometimes people would stop and give him some change but for the most part, they fought the horrid Houston traffic towards their own reality.
After a long and tiring day at the office, I slipped into my habitual jaunt home and just as I reached the area where he stood, I saw a big F-150 slow to stop directly in front of him...lowered the window and handed him a McDonald's Big Mac. It was then that I noticed he had a brand new sign! Big white poster board, written with a black marker, it said: "Visions of a Cheeseburger." There were other vehicles doing the same, giving him burgers. He was all smiles with an arm full of burgers.
As I pulled on to the beltway, I was suddenly saddened. Thinking....If he had access to a brand new poster, black marker and vision, why was it so limited? People that travel the same daily route were driven to take action when they saw the new sign and went out of their way to fulfill his request. WOW!
Vision. It's not just the power of sight but the power of imagination. His sight and imagination peaked at a hot delicious cheeseburger. Same clothes. Same bike and dog. Same situation. He received exactly what he "envisioned." What limited him to so little when he needed so much more?
Since that day, I have pondered over and over why do we limit what we see and believe?
I began seeing visions of the real me. I saw no limits. I looked at my children and saw that they too are having visions. No limits.
My daughter is in her Senior year of a college and the yearly costs are beyond my annual salary. Her Senior year in high school, I noticed she had the college poster on her door. I was looking at the beautiful campus when I noticed she had written on it: "I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me (Phillipians 4:13)" Vision. God took action. He saw her faith, her "vision."
I challenge you to start having "visions." If you had that poster board and marker, what would it say? No matter what it says, when it's read, there will be action!
Mine would say: iSpeakhope.
I believe that all of you will read this....and act!
"Write this.
Write what you see.
Write it out in big block letters
so that it can be read on the run.
This vision-message is a witness
pointing to what's coming.
It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait!
And it doesn't lie.
If it seems slow in coming, wait.
It's on its way. It will come right on time.
Habakkuk 2:2-3 (The Message)
True Story
This "True Story" not only caused me to think but also forced me to act. Dream.
Monday through Friday...same route to and from work on the ever busy , ever popular Beltway 8. Bumper to bumper traffic...aggressive driving...honking horns and not to mention...CONSTRUCTION! After a long days work, I made my way towards the crazy traffic flowing slowly towards the beltway. Under the overpass there was this man, we saw him everyday. T-shirt, jeans, baseball cap, a big red bike and an old dog. He stood there everyday holding a raggedy old 8x10 cardboard sign "eny thing helps, pleese help." (written exactly like that!)
9 months passed.... his same spot....same sign. Sometimes people would stop and give him some change but for the most part, they fought the horrid Houston traffic towards their own reality.
After a long and tiring day at the office, I slipped into my habitual jaunt home and just as I reached the area where he stood, I saw a big F-150 slow to stop directly in front of him...lowered the window and handed him a McDonald's Big Mac. It was then that I noticed he had a brand new sign! Big white poster board, written with a black marker, it said: "Visions of a Cheeseburger." There were other vehicles doing the same, giving him burgers. He was all smiles with an arm full of burgers.
As I pulled on to the beltway, I was suddenly saddened. Thinking....If he had access to a brand new poster, black marker and vision, why was it so limited? People that travel the same daily route were driven to take action when they saw the new sign and went out of their way to fulfill his request. WOW!
Vision. It's not just the power of sight but the power of imagination. His sight and imagination peaked at a hot delicious cheeseburger. Same clothes. Same bike and dog. Same situation. He received exactly what he "envisioned." What limited him to so little when he needed so much more?
Since that day, I have pondered over and over why do we limit what we see and believe?
I began seeing visions of the real me. I saw no limits. I looked at my children and saw that they too are having visions. No limits.
My daughter is in her Senior year of a college and the yearly costs are beyond my annual salary. Her Senior year in high school, I noticed she had the college poster on her door. I was looking at the beautiful campus when I noticed she had written on it: "I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me (Phillipians 4:13)" Vision. God took action. He saw her faith, her "vision."
I challenge you to start having "visions." If you had that poster board and marker, what would it say? No matter what it says, when it's read, there will be action!
Mine would say: iSpeakhope.
I believe that all of you will read this....and act!
"Write this.
Write what you see.
Write it out in big block letters
so that it can be read on the run.
This vision-message is a witness
pointing to what's coming.
It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait!
And it doesn't lie.
If it seems slow in coming, wait.
It's on its way. It will come right on time.
Habakkuk 2:2-3 (The Message)
True Story
The Winners Circle (Powerful relationships)
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As we go from one level to the next in life, we have to establish powerful relationships. Work, family, romance and even our spiritual lives require established relationships. The obvious first step is to clean your inner circle. Are the people you're walking with, supporting you? Pushing you into your destiny? Being honest with you? It's your responsibility to find the people that will walk through the storm with you. Listen through the trial's and celebrate during the triumph's. When you establish who's in your "winner's circle", wrap them around your life and you will find that they are more than your winner's but you are theirs also! True Story
Thirsty?
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Thirsty: Too eager to get something. Desperate. (Urban Dictionary)
The term "Thirsty" has become an urban description given to women/men that appear to be, for a lack of a better word a Groupie. Blogs have been written about "Thirsty" encounters. The term is used in Urban Hip-Hip songs and have even crossed into locker rooms of the NBA/NFL. If you're a fan of reality T.V, you have at some point heard the term with a clear description of "who" traveled down the despicable road of "Thirsty." Contemplating why anyone would want to wear that title much less...wear it like a badge of honor is a mystery to me. Merely suggesting that being in the "in" crowd or in the "VIP" section as the motive is just too far fetched. I believe "self-image" or better yet "self-esteem" is responsible for forcing individuals to believe that status and/or position determines your value. I wonder "where" does it all begin? Childhood? Teens? Adulthood?
Twitter...Facebook...MySpace is the stage where "thirsty" performs daily and yes....there is an audience. The audience is the fuel that fans the flame of the "thirst." I wonder to myself, how thirsty could one be if no one was watching? If no one shook their head at the thirsty behavior. If no one posted on the thirsty pages or rolled their eyes? The lack of Self-Esteem appears to be the culprit behind the behavior but if that's so, why is there so much distaste for the "person?"
If you're "thirsty" or you know someone that is, trust me when I tell you this is only a season of life. You have value beyond the VIP or the inner-circle. Don't make a permanent decision on a temporary "stage" of your life. Be encouraged.
True Story.
The term "Thirsty" has become an urban description given to women/men that appear to be, for a lack of a better word a Groupie. Blogs have been written about "Thirsty" encounters. The term is used in Urban Hip-Hip songs and have even crossed into locker rooms of the NBA/NFL. If you're a fan of reality T.V, you have at some point heard the term with a clear description of "who" traveled down the despicable road of "Thirsty." Contemplating why anyone would want to wear that title much less...wear it like a badge of honor is a mystery to me. Merely suggesting that being in the "in" crowd or in the "VIP" section as the motive is just too far fetched. I believe "self-image" or better yet "self-esteem" is responsible for forcing individuals to believe that status and/or position determines your value. I wonder "where" does it all begin? Childhood? Teens? Adulthood?
Twitter...Facebook...MySpace is the stage where "thirsty" performs daily and yes....there is an audience. The audience is the fuel that fans the flame of the "thirst." I wonder to myself, how thirsty could one be if no one was watching? If no one shook their head at the thirsty behavior. If no one posted on the thirsty pages or rolled their eyes? The lack of Self-Esteem appears to be the culprit behind the behavior but if that's so, why is there so much distaste for the "person?"
If you're "thirsty" or you know someone that is, trust me when I tell you this is only a season of life. You have value beyond the VIP or the inner-circle. Don't make a permanent decision on a temporary "stage" of your life. Be encouraged.
True Story.
What's Behind You Is Already Over. (Buh-Bye)
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Have you ever wondered why the rear view mirror is much smaller than the windshield? Perhaps what is in front of you holds greater importance than what is behind you? Peculiar that the side view mirrors boast a brief warning: "Objects in mirror are closer than they appear." A magnified view of what's behind you and even though they're closer, they're still....behind you! If you only focus on the rear view mirror, you will collide with what's in front of you. Possibly cause innocent fatalities. ***Please don't try this at home!***
Now that we've established what's behind us less important than what's before us, allow me to challenge you to refuse others to force you to look back!
Isn't it funny how other people remember you.... "when?" Don't waste your time on memory lane. See the future and live there. What's behind you is a reminder of where you "were," not where you "are" and certainly not where you're going!
I'm not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don't get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I've got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I'm off and running, and I'm not turning back. Philippians 3: 12-14
True Story
Now that we've established what's behind us less important than what's before us, allow me to challenge you to refuse others to force you to look back!
Isn't it funny how other people remember you.... "when?" Don't waste your time on memory lane. See the future and live there. What's behind you is a reminder of where you "were," not where you "are" and certainly not where you're going!
I'm not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don't get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I've got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I'm off and running, and I'm not turning back. Philippians 3: 12-14
True Story
What? Huh? Beg Your Pardon?
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What are you talking about? We have to be mindful of the "language" we use in our daily lives. Every word we speak carries a significant amount of power. When we speak with love, even delivering devastating news can make a difference. Does your "no" mean NO? What about your "I love you?" Allow your voice to be heard in kindness, love and authority. "Death and life are in the power of the tongue and those who love it will eat it's fruit." Proverbs 18:21
"The good person out of the good treasure of his/her heart produces good, and the evil person out of his/her evil treasure produces evil, for out of the heart the mouth speaks." Luke 6:45
Watch your mouth and your heart will follow. True Story
"The good person out of the good treasure of his/her heart produces good, and the evil person out of his/her evil treasure produces evil, for out of the heart the mouth speaks." Luke 6:45
Watch your mouth and your heart will follow. True Story
After You've Done All You Can....Stand!
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It would be easier to share a cute "cliche" that makes us all feel warm and fuzzy....but I decided instead to open my heart and shed myself of the things that hid my vulnerabilities, masked my insecurities and sheltered me from the transparency essential for my liberation. "I want a divorce." He began to stammer as he continued sputtering out the venomous words my ears refused to believe..."now...now pull yourself together and go back to work!" No dial tone. It was though I had been slapped. Punched. Abandoned. I sat silent. The taste of my tears and the bizarre comfort they gave me as they rolled down my face, onto my lap. What in the hell just happened to me? I caught a glimpse of "me" in my rearview mirror, reached for my M.a.c compact, and took heed to the stern request to "pull myself together and go back to work." I sat at my desk. I just sat at my desk.
A couple months later, we stood before a Family Judge dividing our replaceable goods that became an unfriendly match of tug of war. Twists and turns, ups and downs and even good and bad had taken place but yet we divorced. I went my way . He went his. What I found amazing, is how much it hurt. How much I allowed it to hurt. Geez, I had been divorced for 8 years before marrying "him." Marriage #2 FAILED! I now bore the burden of every casualty this broken union caused. My children. His child. Friends and family that celebrated me as I entered this elite club with my membership card: MARRIED.
How do I explain? Better yet, how do I face the children that trusted my decision to choose a lifelong spouse? No one was left unscathed.
I leaned heavily on the Lord. Ok, ok, so I leaned TOTALLY on the Lord! I had no where else to turn. My inner-circle was only as close as I allowed them to be. I needed to just talk to God and then at some point I just needed to hear Him.
Time started flying by. I started growing. Changing. Living. Realizing I was ready, I decided to "get" ready. I found myself dealing with my flaws that required healing and health. Check. I found and accepted accountability for my role in those relationships. Check. I became comfortable with being "me." Check. I was on my way! I began meeting and greeting. Some were good. Some were bad. Counting up the cost, I accepted responsibility and the possibility of meeting and loving someone that was all wrong for me. It happened before, so that fear was looming somewhere within me....hidden.
Bump that, I'm taking a chance. My imagination began to escalate. Faith. All the things I desire in a mate. Lifemate. Is it possible to have? Is he tall? Yes, I said TALL! God knows what I desire. He knows what I need.
A turn of events triggered a door to close and a door to open. Simultaneously. Realizing that walls not only keep others out but....me in. I decided I wasn't ready . I didn't want to get hurt again. I didn't want to be abandoned again. I let go. Backed off. I was agitated. Why? I couldn't answer that one question. Why?
I began to cry out before the Lord. I stripped myself of everything that was fear, insecurities, doubt. Bare. Nothing. I cried for real. No demands but a brokenness I offered to the Lord. Tears pouring from my pain and humility rolled down my face. "I've made mistakes. You gave me 2 marriages that failed. Do I have ANY redeeming qualities?" A quiet still voice said: "Grace." Peace immediately took it's appointed place in my heart and I found rest in...."Grace."
I'm not afraid anymore. My redeeming qualities are only as valuable as the choices I make. I asked God to show "him" my heart. My motives. My intentions. I'm certain that whoever "he" is, "he" will be appointed by God, only because prayer is where I sent the invitation.
This open letter from my heart was created from my tears in hopes to prevent yours or give you peace in the midst of them.
I now have faith. Not in me. In Him. True Story
2 Chronicles 20:17 (just check that out!)
A couple months later, we stood before a Family Judge dividing our replaceable goods that became an unfriendly match of tug of war. Twists and turns, ups and downs and even good and bad had taken place but yet we divorced. I went my way . He went his. What I found amazing, is how much it hurt. How much I allowed it to hurt. Geez, I had been divorced for 8 years before marrying "him." Marriage #2 FAILED! I now bore the burden of every casualty this broken union caused. My children. His child. Friends and family that celebrated me as I entered this elite club with my membership card: MARRIED.
How do I explain? Better yet, how do I face the children that trusted my decision to choose a lifelong spouse? No one was left unscathed.
I leaned heavily on the Lord. Ok, ok, so I leaned TOTALLY on the Lord! I had no where else to turn. My inner-circle was only as close as I allowed them to be. I needed to just talk to God and then at some point I just needed to hear Him.
Time started flying by. I started growing. Changing. Living. Realizing I was ready, I decided to "get" ready. I found myself dealing with my flaws that required healing and health. Check. I found and accepted accountability for my role in those relationships. Check. I became comfortable with being "me." Check. I was on my way! I began meeting and greeting. Some were good. Some were bad. Counting up the cost, I accepted responsibility and the possibility of meeting and loving someone that was all wrong for me. It happened before, so that fear was looming somewhere within me....hidden.
Bump that, I'm taking a chance. My imagination began to escalate. Faith. All the things I desire in a mate. Lifemate. Is it possible to have? Is he tall? Yes, I said TALL! God knows what I desire. He knows what I need.
A turn of events triggered a door to close and a door to open. Simultaneously. Realizing that walls not only keep others out but....me in. I decided I wasn't ready . I didn't want to get hurt again. I didn't want to be abandoned again. I let go. Backed off. I was agitated. Why? I couldn't answer that one question. Why?
I began to cry out before the Lord. I stripped myself of everything that was fear, insecurities, doubt. Bare. Nothing. I cried for real. No demands but a brokenness I offered to the Lord. Tears pouring from my pain and humility rolled down my face. "I've made mistakes. You gave me 2 marriages that failed. Do I have ANY redeeming qualities?" A quiet still voice said: "Grace." Peace immediately took it's appointed place in my heart and I found rest in...."Grace."
I'm not afraid anymore. My redeeming qualities are only as valuable as the choices I make. I asked God to show "him" my heart. My motives. My intentions. I'm certain that whoever "he" is, "he" will be appointed by God, only because prayer is where I sent the invitation.
This open letter from my heart was created from my tears in hopes to prevent yours or give you peace in the midst of them.
I now have faith. Not in me. In Him. True Story
2 Chronicles 20:17 (just check that out!)
On Your Mark....
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You've all been to the stadium and seen the athletes race. Everyone runs; one wins. Run to win. All good athletes train hard. They do it for a gold medal that tarnishes and fades. You're after one that's gold eternally. I don't know about you, but I'm running hard for the finish line. I'm giving it everything I've got. No sloppy living for me! I'm staying alert and in top condition. I'm not going to get caught napping, telling everyone else all about it and then missing out myself. 1 Corinthians 24-27 (The Message)
This particular version of scripture is so on point that I'll leave it "as is."
True Story
This particular version of scripture is so on point that I'll leave it "as is."
True Story
You Don't Have To Look Like What You've Been Through
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Heartbroken? Disappointed? How about abandoned? Depressed? Maybe stressed? No matter the situation, no matter the problem....you don't have to look like what you've been through. If you've gone through a difficult divorce you don't have to wear the "mask" of pain. The same applies if you've suffered in the area of finances, you don't have to wear the "mask" of poverty. I'll let you in on a little secret. You can take off the mask and be free! I'm not suggesting that you don't allow yourself to experience the normal emotions that come along in life but I AM saying you don't have to "look" like, what you've been through. I'm not even suggesting that you "fake it 'til you make it." I'm challenging you to put your best foot forward. Smile. Every one has been through something. Someone is going through it now but I promise you, you don't have to look like what you've been through. Smile.
Dance. Sing. Read. Write. Listen. Speak. Create. Build. Develop. Teach. Learn. Love.
True Story
Dance. Sing. Read. Write. Listen. Speak. Create. Build. Develop. Teach. Learn. Love.
True Story
The Reality of Rejection
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Rejection simply put is a divine declaration: Those people can no longer prosper you. Delaying their departure from your life could possibly delay YOU! Every friendship/relationship may not have a lifelong membership for you, but could have a designated "shelf life," and it will certainly expire causing rejection when there is no potential for growth. When someone walks out of your life, don't cry.... celebrate! True Story
Sleeping with the "enemy"
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To sum it is like playing with a snake. Even a qualified "snake handler" realizes the dangers involved. The story is old yet simple:
A lady walking along the beach find a snake dying from the winters cold. She reaches down, picks it up and proceeds to take it home with her. She gently puts it in front of the blazing fireplace to get warm and within weeks it begins to get well. One day, she wakes to see the snake in in front of her. She smiles because she knows, it's all well and it was then that it struck her. As she laid there dying, she asked: "Why did you do this to me after I picked you up, nursed you back to health and made you better? Why?"
His reply ; "I'm a snake."
Many times we hear stories like the one above and say "never me" but it's so unfortunate that it's more common than you think. Is your "snake" tall dark and handsome or short bald and cute? Is there an overwhelming sound of violins when he speaks of his last "rescue?" Those are alarms. Use your instincts. Run. That small voice inside of you will guide you, just listen and go. QUICKLY. True Story
A lady walking along the beach find a snake dying from the winters cold. She reaches down, picks it up and proceeds to take it home with her. She gently puts it in front of the blazing fireplace to get warm and within weeks it begins to get well. One day, she wakes to see the snake in in front of her. She smiles because she knows, it's all well and it was then that it struck her. As she laid there dying, she asked: "Why did you do this to me after I picked you up, nursed you back to health and made you better? Why?"
His reply ; "I'm a snake."
Many times we hear stories like the one above and say "never me" but it's so unfortunate that it's more common than you think. Is your "snake" tall dark and handsome or short bald and cute? Is there an overwhelming sound of violins when he speaks of his last "rescue?" Those are alarms. Use your instincts. Run. That small voice inside of you will guide you, just listen and go. QUICKLY. True Story
Living is a Decision
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When you rise in the morning and see the dawn of day. When your feet touch the floor and you make your daily jaunt to wash your face and brush your teeth. You've made the declaration to "live." No matter what you thought of before you dozed off to sleep and even if you counted sheep all night and never slept...once your feet touch the floor, you decided to "live!" True Story
"Howdy!"
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There's something powerful in your "hello." As told in Luke 1:41: "When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the baby leaped in her womb." It's easy imagining being Mary, after all she was carrying The Messiah but imagine being Elizabeth. She had been carrying a baby in old age and it was said that the baby had no movement and the child was believed to be dead. Imagine being Elizabeth and the salutation of Mary not only caused the baby John to leap but she was filled with the Holy Spirit. Let your "hello" be spoken with love and power! True Story
Strengthen what remains and is ready to die
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Everyone has at least ONE dream. The dream that drives you and keep you awake at nights. The dream that has your full attention when you are doing your "non-dream," also known as your job. Everyone can relate to having a passion or dream that they either have pursued and failed or they won't pursue in fear of failing. You must go back and get your dream! I will give you a few key steps on strengthening what remains and is ready to die.
It is more than thinking outside the box that will get you to the next level but you have to go beyond your greatest capacity in order to grow.
Studies show that what you fail to use, you will also lose the ability to use it. In other words, if you don't use it, you'll lose it!
A case study was conducted at Cornell University with 80 something year olds. The question was posed: "Looking back over your life, do you have any regrets?" All of them said the only things they regretted were the things they did not do or were afraid to try. They said that they never took risks and the ones they took and failed, they never tried again.
Get your dream!
1. There is no justification for quitting.
Giving up is simple but you will fail your way to success if you refuse to quit.
2. If you don't try, it will never happen.
If you don't ask, the answer will always be no.
3. Who you are now cannot be the person you are going to become. (That is a tough one.)
To get to the next dimension, you have to be willing to die to who you've been for who you can become.
4. Don't despise small beginnings.
You will not start at the top, but on your way to the top, do it with gladness. Be humble.
The 80 something year olds that participated in the Cornell study was asked one last question: "If you only had one year to live, how would you live it?
Today, I challenge you to not only ask yourself that question but make a list of things you would do and then take it a step further and work to do as much of that list as you can.
What would you do differently in that year?
Would you keep your same job?
Would you keep your spouse/mate?
Would you keep the same friends?
Would you move closer to God/Ministry/Prayer?
Where would you live?
Those are just a few questions that may come up when you look at your "last" year.
In closing,
Strengthen what remains and is ready to die by using the fragmented pieces of your broken dreams to build your destiny. Use the stepping stones, sticks and splinters to build that dream that is in your heart. It may be painful, but worth it.
Bring your own unique gift to the table.
Bring your own unique voice.
Bring your own unique dance.
Bring your own unique business mind.
Bring your own unique "you."
Dream. Move. Live.
True Story.
It is more than thinking outside the box that will get you to the next level but you have to go beyond your greatest capacity in order to grow.
Studies show that what you fail to use, you will also lose the ability to use it. In other words, if you don't use it, you'll lose it!
A case study was conducted at Cornell University with 80 something year olds. The question was posed: "Looking back over your life, do you have any regrets?" All of them said the only things they regretted were the things they did not do or were afraid to try. They said that they never took risks and the ones they took and failed, they never tried again.
Get your dream!
1. There is no justification for quitting.
Giving up is simple but you will fail your way to success if you refuse to quit.
2. If you don't try, it will never happen.
If you don't ask, the answer will always be no.
3. Who you are now cannot be the person you are going to become. (That is a tough one.)
To get to the next dimension, you have to be willing to die to who you've been for who you can become.
4. Don't despise small beginnings.
You will not start at the top, but on your way to the top, do it with gladness. Be humble.
The 80 something year olds that participated in the Cornell study was asked one last question: "If you only had one year to live, how would you live it?
Today, I challenge you to not only ask yourself that question but make a list of things you would do and then take it a step further and work to do as much of that list as you can.
What would you do differently in that year?
Would you keep your same job?
Would you keep your spouse/mate?
Would you keep the same friends?
Would you move closer to God/Ministry/Prayer?
Where would you live?
Those are just a few questions that may come up when you look at your "last" year.
In closing,
Strengthen what remains and is ready to die by using the fragmented pieces of your broken dreams to build your destiny. Use the stepping stones, sticks and splinters to build that dream that is in your heart. It may be painful, but worth it.
Bring your own unique gift to the table.
Bring your own unique voice.
Bring your own unique dance.
Bring your own unique business mind.
Bring your own unique "you."
Dream. Move. Live.
True Story.