I just bought this for the dining room. I love it!
No matter what you are trying to do, life is a series of screw ups. It’s full of triumphs too. But when you mess up, get up, brush yourself off, learn from your mistakes and move on.
If you mess up, it’s not end of world. God doesn’t expect perfect. He expects you to keep trying.
Stress and uncertainty give us an opportunity to become something more than we expect, if we are open to it. Hope can keep us sane and happy. I aim to be guilty of an irrational sense of hopefulness!
I am pretty lukewarm on New Year’s Resolutions. Maybe I’m cynical. They don’t lead anywhere. On the other hand, it is good to have a plan. Here are my loose ideas:
1. Clean the house more regularly: I am a tidier, which is good, but I need to actually clean from time to time. I like things clean, I just don’t always do it. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, remember?
2. Don’t waste so much time on the computer: that includes blogging, Pinterest, and Facebook. I spent way too much time doing these things in 2012 and it didn’t exactly make me a better person. It’s okay to do mindless stuff, just not hours upon hours of it.
3. Always leave them wanting more: more food, more talking, more ideas, more Facebook posts. I have a tendency to over do it. I talk so much no one is ever left wanting more. Something to ponder.
4. Eat better: I know I love to eat, and I know I cook pretty well. Enough. Eat less. Eat healthier. Simple.
5. Worry less, pray more: I say this every year. Time to do it. I say most of these things every year but I do believe I’m getting somewhere and that leads me to my last resolution:
6. Be hopeful!
Happy New Year!
I love this chapter. We are all important to God. Every single one of us.
Luke Chapter 15
The Parable of the Lost Sheep
Then Jesus told them this parable: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.
I made some icing for cinnamon rolls this morning. One thing I love about icing or frosting, besides its obvious deliciousness, is that it is forgiving. If it’s too thick, you add a little more milk, syrup, extract, or melted butter. If it’s too thin add some powdered sugar. It’s no big deal and it all works out. You can’t go wrong with fat and sugar.
Frosting is forgiving, and you should be to. When you forgive someone, you are freeing yourself. You lighten your load by releasing anger and resentment. Those things will only bring you down and keep you miserable and stuck.
Forgiveness is something we give to others, but it is a balm to soothe ourselves.
It’s funny how things work out. I had a draft of this post. Two days ago my cousin started posting on Facebook about thankfulness. Each day of November she plans to post about something she is thankful for. Also, the Thanksgiving holiday falls at the end of the month.
I make an effort to be grateful for many reasons. Because I should. Because I am grateful. Because being grateful makes me feel good.
One of the ways I practice gratitude is by thanking others for things they have done for me. Today I was in the Memphis airport and bought a salad. It was so good, I almost left my seat at my gate and walked back to the restaurant to thank the person who made it for me.
I always keep a supply of thank you cards at the ready. Take the time to tell the person you appreciated what they did. Mention specifically what they did. Tell them how you are using the gift or what their deed meant to you and why. I don’t think you can thank people too much. No good deed is too small to thank someone. Although it can be hard to be thanked, people appreciate being thanked. I know I do.
Try to have a spirit of gratitude for things big and small. Thank others for what they have done for you. Appreciate!
Last night I was at the airport waiting for my driver. It was late and very cold. I was coming from Memphis where it had been about 30 degrees warmer. I put on every piece of clothing I had in my bag and covered my head with a scarf. While waiting, there was a Muslim-looking woman. I say Muslim-looking because on that night I was a Muslim-looking woman too. She smiled at me as if to say, “Hi sister.” I smiled back but felt a little uncomfortable. I wasn’t trying to look Muslim but I was aware that I did before I even saw her. Should I tell her that I’m not Muslim? It was silly. Who cares. She smiled at me. I smiled back. We are sisters. I am Christian. She is Muslim, probably, but who knows for sure.
The picture above is of me in Morocco about 6 years ago. I can pass for many things: Puerto Rican, Dominican, Ethiopian, Muslim. I am none of those things. I am Christian, of African descent (most likely West African), English, Irish, German and French. Most importantly, I am human.
Dia de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead, is a Mexican holiday that is celebrated around the world. The holiday focuses on gatherings of family and friends to pray for those who have died. The celebration takes place on November 1st in connection with the Catholic holidays of All Saints’ Day and All Souls’ Day (November 2). Traditions include making private altars honoring the deceased using sugar skulls, marigolds, and the favorite foods and beverages of the departed and visiting graves with these as gifts.
Some families build altars or small shrines in their homes with crosses, statues or pictures of the Blessed Virgin Mary, pictures of the deceased, and candles. People spend time around the altar, praying and telling stories about the dead.
I have never celebrated this holiday but I’ve always wanted to. I love the idea and the colors and look of the decorations. Perhaps I will start celebrating Dia de ls Muertos. I would want to choose one person each time. I think I will start with my father this year. We will definitely eat chocolate chip cookies. He loved those.