Honest Abe would have enjoyed a recent study that found happiness increases 10 percent on Fridays. Why is that? People are excited about the coming weekend, so they decide to be happier. They make up their minds on Fridays to enjoy their lives more.
John was ninety two years old and blind, but he was just as sharp as could be when his wife, Eleanor, went to the Lord. He didn't feel he should live alone, so John decided to move into a nice seniors' home. On the morning of the move, he was up and fully dressed by 8:00 a.m. As always, the elderly gentleman looked impeccable, with his hair perfectly combed and his face neatly shaven. A cab picked him up and took him to the seniors' home. John arrived early, as was his habit, and waited more than an hour before a young aide, Miranda, came to show him to his new room. As John maneuvered his walker through the hallways, Miranda described his room in great detail. She said sunlight came in through a big window, and there was a comfortable couch, and a nice desk area.
Right in the middle of her description, John interrupted her and said, "I love it. I love it. I love it."Miranda laughed and said, "Sir, we're not there yet. You haven't seen it. Hold on just a minute, and I'll show it to you." John said, "No, you don't have to show it to me. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. It depends on how my mind is arranged. Happiness is something you decide ahead of time."
As wise old John understood, happiness is a choice. When you wake up in the morning Happiness is a choice. you can choose what kind of day you want to have. You can choose to be in a good mood, or you can choose to be in a bad mood.
I challenge you to let every day be a Friday. Give yourself permission to be happy every day. Not just on the weekends. Not just when you have a special event. Not just when you're on vacation. If you have the right mind set, you can be just as happy on Monday as you are on Friday. The Scripture doesn't say, "Friday is the day the Lord has made." It says, "This is the day the Lord has made" (Psalm 118:24 nkjv;).
(THIS BOOK IS A MUST READ)
Leap of Faith,
Elder Bert
Hebrews 11:6
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Joy Comes in the Mourning!
Today I decided to share an excerpt from a book entitled "Joy Comes in the Mourning" written by a very close friend Korika Johnson. This book is a must read and a daily reminder to me that no matter what we go through or what problems we face there is still JOY in IT and all things work together for our good.This chapter is about one of my favorite characters.
Joy Comes in the Mourning ~ Chapter Thirty-One
Carolyn
I don’t know what to expect when I show up for church this morning, but I take a deep breath before walking through the sanctuary doors, prepared for whatever. The only reason I came was because my honey asked me to come. Said service ain’t the same without me.
It’s obvious by the way folk either stare at me or ignore me that I am the subject of scandal. Most folk are trying a little too hard to act like I don’t exist. I don’t get a “Praise the Lord,” smile, or even a head nod.
I know I probably deserve this, but it still hurts. It pains me to see folk who generally greet me with loving hugs twisting their faces as I make my way through the sanctuary. Folk who used to call on me weekly for prayer or favors act like we’ve never met. Walk right by me like my sin will rub off on them like cheap makeup. And Minister Wyman…I tried to search out at least one ally, but when I made eye contact with her, she swung her head around so fast, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had whiplash.
I’m thinking maybe this wasn’t such a good idea—coming out this morning. But I couldn’t let the devil win. But now, I just want the service to be over. I just want to be outta here. All morning I’ve been trying to put on the mind of Christ, but really my mind is in turmoil. One little mistake seems to have outweighed all of the good that I’ve ever done. I need to hear a word that’ll pull me completely out of this depressing state.
The audio/visual ministry has piped in the waiting music, the songs we listen to before the service gets started. Smokie Norful’s “You’ve Been Good” floods my ears. Yes, God has been good. Too good for me to dwell on my mistake like he’s not a forgiving God. My God is in the blessing business. King David was on to something when he said, “Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered.” So why do I feel cursed?
I slide into an empty pew, near the back of the sanctuary, and although nobody else is on the row, practically pin myself to the wall at the end. I close my eyes and silently pray the words of Psalm 32:5: Lord, I confessed all of my sin to you, and you forgave me and took away my guilt. I am speaking things that be not as though they are, because I still feel guilty. WHen i open my eyes...
That's all im going to share today. You must buy the book! Have a great weekend and Mark Your Calendar for the next "60 Minutes with the Father" on Friday, April 27, 2012 at Midnight!
Joy Comes in the Mourning ~ Chapter Thirty-One
Carolyn
I don’t know what to expect when I show up for church this morning, but I take a deep breath before walking through the sanctuary doors, prepared for whatever. The only reason I came was because my honey asked me to come. Said service ain’t the same without me.
It’s obvious by the way folk either stare at me or ignore me that I am the subject of scandal. Most folk are trying a little too hard to act like I don’t exist. I don’t get a “Praise the Lord,” smile, or even a head nod.
I know I probably deserve this, but it still hurts. It pains me to see folk who generally greet me with loving hugs twisting their faces as I make my way through the sanctuary. Folk who used to call on me weekly for prayer or favors act like we’ve never met. Walk right by me like my sin will rub off on them like cheap makeup. And Minister Wyman…I tried to search out at least one ally, but when I made eye contact with her, she swung her head around so fast, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had whiplash.
I’m thinking maybe this wasn’t such a good idea—coming out this morning. But I couldn’t let the devil win. But now, I just want the service to be over. I just want to be outta here. All morning I’ve been trying to put on the mind of Christ, but really my mind is in turmoil. One little mistake seems to have outweighed all of the good that I’ve ever done. I need to hear a word that’ll pull me completely out of this depressing state.
The audio/visual ministry has piped in the waiting music, the songs we listen to before the service gets started. Smokie Norful’s “You’ve Been Good” floods my ears. Yes, God has been good. Too good for me to dwell on my mistake like he’s not a forgiving God. My God is in the blessing business. King David was on to something when he said, “Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered.” So why do I feel cursed?
I slide into an empty pew, near the back of the sanctuary, and although nobody else is on the row, practically pin myself to the wall at the end. I close my eyes and silently pray the words of Psalm 32:5: Lord, I confessed all of my sin to you, and you forgave me and took away my guilt. I am speaking things that be not as though they are, because I still feel guilty. WHen i open my eyes...
That's all im going to share today. You must buy the book! Have a great weekend and Mark Your Calendar for the next "60 Minutes with the Father" on Friday, April 27, 2012 at Midnight!
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