Vixens Female foxes Focus Listening for their prey Stalking Changing direction Sometimes digging Waiting For just the right moment To pounce
Impatience is one of my faults Sometimes by acting too quickly I push my goal further away I want to skip certain steps To speed up the results This year I am committed To following the steps Even if I roll-my-eyes And sigh a hundred times This year I will be a total Vixen
There’s something sexy about the rain Unless you are trying to clear land Or pour concrete Or frame a house Or install a roof Or paint an exterior Or install landscape Or do any other number of things Required to build a house Nope, if you’re a Builder There’s times when Rain isn’t very sexy But, on the weekends… Occasionally the rain is sexy Problem is Rain don’t wait for the weekends Nope, it’s pouring down outside On a Wednesday no less Smack-dab-in-the-middle of the week Not a single care That it is wrecking my schedule I am thankful for the function in nature That rain provides But today, There ain’t nothing sexy about it
When someone Is suffering or Experiencing pain We instinctively want to Take away that pain and suffering To fix it To help them Especially if it is someone we love Taking away their pain Soothes our pain But helping them may not be The best thing for them By taking away their pain We may also take away Their chance to learn and grow We could actually hinder Their ultimate path in this life If we keep stepping in We risk not allowing any room For God to move In their heart and mind One of the hardest things to do When we love someone Is to watch them suffer Even when the suffering Is caused by their own choices True compassion sometimes means We need to share in their suffering Through the pain we experience By letting them experience The pain they are going through Without trying To fix it We are not responsible For their circumstances or choices And God does not need us In order to help them He may actually Want us to be still And know that He is God
Shout-out to all the hardworking men and women who have made this country great even when what they were working with may not have been the greatest. If it wasn’t for folks like them, and us, America would never have been as blessed as she has been.
Regardless of what’s happening in the world, or in our own personal lives, hard-workers like us still show up each day and give it our all. We may not stand on the corner and shout-out our beliefs, but it doesn’t mean we don’t have an opinion or that we won’t take a stand when it’s necessary. We’re just too busy with our purpose to get bogged down in the illusion of the latest national crisis painted by a biased and blatantly fake media.
What might happen if we, the hard-workers, forget who we are and start sitting on our butts, buying into the latest popular argument or disaster, getting stuck, afraid, depressed, as we observe the chaos around us instead of moving forward with whatever we have to do that is clearly right in front of us? There would be a true crisis if we decided to listen to the lies of the media mongers.
If the hard-workers like us ever decide to stop working. The wheels of this giant invisible tax producing machine that whirls around us unseen would truly breakdown. And the circus that feeds on it would not even be able to afford a cheap clown.
Why do Monday’s always feel like we’re facing a giant gator?
Monday Monday Reminding myself to breathe Keeping my mood in check No matter what I see And every time That old gator gets too close I turn around And bop him on the nose
The universe never asked you to struggle. It is simply answering your mood.
If we change our internal feeling we can change our atmosphere. This only works for ourselves. It may have a positive impact on others, but we can’t hold ourselves back trying to help or change someone else. Each of us has our own path, sometimes we are blessed to share it with loved ones. Sometimes we must walk it alone.
There will always be roses in some form along our path, whether we are together or alone. If we carry the wrong feelings it may look like a bramble bush instead of a rose bush. The right feeling serves as a pair of gloves and a set of garden clippers allowing us to cut thru the chaos straight to the stem and the beauty of the rose.
How quickly we get past our thorns and harvest our roses is up to us.