The Mind & the Mine Connection
“Mine!” That’s what toddlers say when another child wants to play with their toys. I remember my own children saying “Mine!” It took some time to change their “minds” to be generous, kind and giving. But that “Mine!” attitude isn’t easy to break. Even, as adults, “mine” is a part of our DNA. My plans.…
My Way or God’s Way
Thursday night, at my Everleigh Lakeline community, a most talented and delightful singer, Rickey Davis, gave us a “Frank Sinatra” concert that was second to none! He is known as a Frank Sinatra Tribute Artist, and he took us back to those classic times. Someone came up to me afterwards and said, “You sang right…
If God is Your Co-Pilot – Swap Seats
My husband and I were both pilots, but he was always the pilot-in-charge. We had a Cessna 182 and I was his co-pilot. I would help with navigating and being his extra pair of eyes, ears, and hands. And, it is the same in commercial planes. The co-pilot’s job is important, but he/she never forgets…
The Mind & the Mine Connection
“Mine!” That’s what toddlers say when another child wants to play with their toys. I remember my own children saying “Mine!” It took some time to change their “minds” to be generous, kind and giving. But that “Mine!” attitude isn’t easy to break. Even, as adults, “mine” is a part of our DNA. My plans.…
It Doesn’t Have to Be My Way
Remember Frank Sinatra singing “I did it my way”? The song was about a man fondly looking back on a life lived on his own terms. But, is that the way WE want to live? I heard a talk where the speaker handed out empty toilet paper rolls to each of us to make her…
It Doesn’t Have to Be My Way!
Day 195 of Photo Inspirations – It Doesn’t Have to Be My Way! Remember Frank Sinatra singing “I did it my way”? The song was about a man fondly looking back on a life lived on his own terms. But, is that the way WE want to live? I attended a meeting on Thursday where…
Age is Just a Number
Day 74 of Photo Inspirations — Age is Just a Number Yesterday, I had the pleasure of attending a birthday party for a 90-year old friend, Charles Wollershauser, who, in spite of the number 90, he is most certainly not defined by his age. He still works for his son’s hardware company, still walks at…