via First Important Lesson - I am a Child of God
Today I want to scream this lesson from the roof tops. I want to pound it into the hearts and minds of every child. Our choices in life would be some different if we remembered this simple lesson… I AM A CHILD OF GOD!
When my children were little… and fussy… and worried… and anxious… I’d hum a little tune that always made them feel better.
As small children their sweet little souls knew it and believed it with great fervor!
“Lead me, guide me, walk beside me…”
“I am a child of God” is the first religious lesson I teach my children. I teach them that He know them. He loves them. He wants what’s best for them. He wants them to be happy.
I’ve been more aware of an alarming trend in children and teens around me. They have forgotten the simple truths of this sweet tune.
What is it about mortality that makes us sometimes forget who we are? Why do we tend to place our worth upon material things, instead of living like children of God? Why do we buy the lie that we are not worth it.
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One year ago I experienced one of the coolest and most memorable events. I’m ready to do it again… I just have to wait 6 years.
The event began yesterday morning with an ever-so-slight shift of light… a bit of darkness. Through my solar eclipse glasses, it appeared as if someone nibbled a small bite out of the sun. Slowly – yet not slowly – the shadow crept its way across the sun’s surface.
As these celestial bodies began to align in the mid-day sky, the terrestrial-bound body of my husband, John, scurried in a mad last -minute scramble for the best vantage point, the perfect camera position, a view of what his chickens were doing or that his party guests were truly looking at the wonder manifest in the heavens. Our guest worried that he would miss this event that, clearly, he had been waiting for with great anticipation since the 6th grade.
The light grew dimmer – almost grey – as the moon made its march across the sun. As a theatre lighting designer…
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I re-read this today and just wanted to share it again.
As we drove along yesterday on a long drive, my husband and I were listening to passages from the book of Helaman in the Book of Mormon for his morning scripture study. a thought suddenly occurred to me… These people were Old Testament people. They had not yet met the Savior, even they had firm testimonies of Jesus Christ. They would have been speaking language more closely related to Hebrew. They would have called Him Something closer to Messiah.
Messiah is Hebrew for “anointed one.” Christ is Greek for “anointed one.” They had testimonies that Jesus Christ was in the beginning and “anointed” to be the Lord, the God of this world. They understood the doctrine of the Atonement of Jesus Christ. They understood His role as Savior and Redeemer.
I became obsessed with the idea all day. Ever moment I didn’t have to think about something else, my mind…
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via Doubt and Faith
Some very good advice!
By Dr. Perry, PhD
“Toxic people attach themselves like cinder blocks tied to your ankles, and then invite you for a swim in their poisoned waters.” ~John Mark Green
I would like to share with you an acronym that I created for my patients who are dealing with the effects of a toxic relationship. This acronym is a reminder to not form an attachment to an unhealthy bond by giving it your time and energy. The relationship can be a romantic one, a friendship or familial one. Through the process of therapy, my patients learn to identify these toxic relationships. They learn coping mechanisms and defense strategies. This acronym serves as a reminder for them to focus on their well being. Every moment we have the opportunity to change the direction of our lives. By reminding ourselves to L.e.t G.o of toxic relationships we give ourselves the strength to sever…
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I hope you all appreciate this as much as I do.
My Grandpa tells me stories
I think they’re sometimes lies.
He tells me he bakes cookies
And mixes in dead flies.
He tells me he’s a psychic,
That he reads Grandma’s mind—
But “All her thoughts are empty
There’s nothing there to find!”
My Grandpa tells me stories
And lots of them aren’t true.
He told me when he was a kid
He ate a horse’s poo.
He told me he’s a ninja
And saves the world from crime
He said “I’d give more details—
We’re out of time!”
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