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Open Your Eyes, Or You Will Miss It
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I stand at a gate, a marker, and a forked path with the day before me, but today is no different from the day before, nor is it different from the day before that one, and it will be no different from the one to come as I open my eyes in the morning. Life, itself brings the natural makeup of a normal day, but true vision of the day will allow you to not merely pass time with common practices and rituals that are a planned scheme with your daily voyage. The coming day will be no different, but only in a sense that the very content of that day is guaranteed to present new decisions, new challenges, and new reactions to what is never actually known until it arrives. No, tomorrow will be no different because it will represent a new chapter of my life as it applies to an entirely new presentation of the unknown components of that day.
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I am a firm believer in the fact that we should not anticipate tomorrow in a manner that our schedules, our plans, or our known daily tasks engulf the day to the point that we miss the newness of the day. There are so many who know where they are and where they are going, but they are so consumed with getting from point A to point B that they do not see that which connects those two points as they move along that path with their voyage. Each and every day that comes our way presents us with new emotions, new understandings, new faces, and especially new life lessons, but we have to walk through the day with our eyes open, and willing to accept those new additions to our lives, and they are there for those who have the time and the vision to see them.
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Sight
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"Wouldn't you hate to wear glasses all the time?" asked a small boy of his playmate. "Nooooooo," the other boy answered slowly, "not if I had the kind grandma wears. She sees how to fix a lot of things, and she sees lots of nice things to do on rainy days, and she sees when folks are tired and sorry, and what will make them feel better, and she always sees what you meant to do even if you haven't got things just right. I asked her one day how she could see that way all the time, and she said it was the way she learned to look at things as she grew older. So it must be her glasses."
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Open Your Eyes
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You cannot see what is before you if you walk through your life with your eyes closed. There is much ugliness in the world today, but do not let that ugliness consume every moment of your day. As God’s warriors, we must stand up for what is right and good, but do not allow yourself to miss the beauty and blessings that are before you in the process. The goodness and the daily blessings of daily life remind us what it is we are trying to preserve as we continue with our daily voyage, so it is imperative that we not allow the ugliness to take that from us.
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Open your eyes
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I wonder how it would be,
To see all in black and white.
Unable to see the beautiful colors,
It just wouldn't be right.
We would not know the sky is blue
Never to see the green grass
Sunrises and sunsets would be plain
You would see no color in my eyes
Rainbows merely stripes in the sky
Birds would all look the same
Flowers would be judged by shape
No one would paint landscapes
What's your favorite color? Black or White?
You hair would be either dark or light
How would you match your clothes?
Unable to see the color of the ocean
Or the white sand on a beach
The vibrant colors of a fire wouldn't exist
In the fall, all the trees would look the same
There would be no white fluffy clouds
No color in our food
Oranges, apples, and even grapes
No one to say eat your green vegetables
How would you pick out a car?
No decisions in painting your house
We would judge carpet by softness
Or tile by design or pattern
What would that do to the American Flag?
No trouble picking out which tie to wear
Wine would not be the same
If everything around us,
was plain, with no color.
No blues, reds, yellows, or greens,
Just overwhelmed with a dullness...
Open your eyes,
See what's before you.
Thank God for the beauty,
He put it there for you to see.
As we move through our daily lives, we need to stand tall as we fight as warriors for God with all that is in us. But we need to remember the source of the good for which we fight. Bless you all…Vic
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Comments: 23
A friend of mine was telling me about a time-sensitive project that was going on where she worked that was critical so there were no excuses for anyone on this project to take any time off until its completion. And then came the northeast snowstorm of the 21st century! haha
They should have taken time to smell the flowers.
There is something so profoundly centering about digging in the dirt and coaxing plants to grow. The new spring growth unfolding in daily small steps gains speed as the light and warmth returns and sweeps the garden towards a riot of color and vitality. It provided a constant and calming respite from the hospital and the sick beds where loved ones withered away.
Between my house and my studio I have 45 roses inside a low stone wall and along the wall a jumple of flowering potted plants. My mother and my grandmother and my great-grandmother grew roses and so do I. Someone once asked why I didn't move my workshop to an industrial complex and have more room. What, I thought. And miss all those walks past the roses?
I help with a veggie garden project at the church across the street. We have 23 raised beds and a dozen citrus and avocado trees. I have been centrally involved with expanding and organizing this endeavor and while I have many helpers, I am the head gardener. We raise produce and give it to families in need. I don't really have the time for this, as I am self-employed and the business demands are immense. However, in every real sense, I can't afford NOT to take the time for this project.
Lou
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost.
No I didn't write it Joy, I pieced it together, it's a joke. Walking the dinosaur. Wall of text ending with open the door, get on the floor etc...
I just grabbed the top bit from a jargon generator and then added the dinosaur bit. This is happens all the time in the bathroom business ;)
I do like the Walk the Dinosaur line.
blessings