A niche is what most folks need. Just a niche. Not a tiny hidden obscure hole. A niche is a part of the whole. It is often the missing element of success which no one else has provided. Sometimes it is the driving force and sustaining piece of their sought after success. More often it is the same thing someone else is doing, somewhere else, to a different degree; but it needed to be done in this place, by them, in their way. God has designed someone to fill that specific niche. Continue reading
Heritage of Memories
Some of the most beautiful moments in life are memories. I’ve built some recently. My grandchildren, my children, my wife and I built them together. Regardless of what days ahead bring, they will remain incorruptible treasures. They are beautiful when created. They are beautiful when recalled. They are not just my memories. They belong to each of us a little differently. The times, the events, the gentle touches of God’s Holy love intertwine to produce a memory tapestry. Each of us holds a slightly different replica of the same memory. It is treasured by each one. Each retold perspective enhances the mountains of luxurious memories we share. We are rich beyond measure. Continue reading
Masterpiece
I am blessed to be able to work at a job I sitting at my desk multitasking. I have work issues which need coordinated to a resolution. I have calls I need to make and some I want to make. I have several chat conversations going on plus email strings being written. I’m watching a couple of short videos and just grabbed another cup of coffee. Busy, busy, busy; but that doesn’t mean important. Continue reading
My Disease
I have a disease for which there is but one cure. Yet, it may not be one which I choose to endure. The soul, the body and the mind desire to be pure.Though I must protest it seems to be an improper allure. For if it were possible to take you on a tour; of the heart of the matter and write it in a brochure;Would you see through my eyes all I claim to secure? Or could it be my motives seem unsure. In all the ways of life where I proclaim to be mature. The evidence surrounding me appears somewhat premature. So do my words reveal that I’m just a clever entrepreneur? Or that this heart seems to stink like fresh green manure?
And so this battle rages within the person that I am. Some days there are flashes of unselfish kindness but they are scattered wide. For amongst the list of good I might be accused of are mountains of selfish me-isms. “I” is the biggest problem. Continue reading