BeasAttitudes: Thoughts from Facebook
8 hours ago
I’m addicted. Not to drugs. I had a brother die from an overdose of cocaine so I know the repercussions of that choice. Not to alcohol either. To be addicted can mean; “devoted or dedicated to.” So, I admit, I’m addicted…to respecting others and being respected. To honoring another, and their perspective, and having mine honored as well. We have lost the fine art of esteeming the aged, regarding each other’s faith with dignity, and leaving coarse language to nightclubs or the battlefield. What say you? Are you dedicated to returning to a time of respect and deference? It’s something I would willingly become “addicted” to.
#addicted #torespect #neverenough
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2 weeks ago
Are you a first responder friend? You know, the one who is called in time of need, where everything else is dropped and you arrive with equipment of encouragement to sustain, protect and provide? We all need others to share coffee and a good laugh. But, more than anything else we require friends in the emergencies of life. What say you? Are you on full alert for others at a moments notice?
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2 months ago
Words are powerful, soothing, convicting, confusing and beautiful, designed from a seemingly haphazard alphabet. We seek them when times are the hardest or joy is greatest. Words are friends in the dark, companions when inspired. When there is no other comfort, words step beside us and still our weary souls. I’m sorry. Those two verbal friends say everything when nothing else is needed. Don’t take words for granted. Use them wisely and sparingly, and they will never disappoint. After all, it all began with The Word.
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3 months ago
Joy snatchers sneak into the dark of night and, like the Grinch, seek to steal life’s greatest treasure. But we are the guardians called to protect this precious gift. So “be watchful, stand firm and be strong.” Let no man or woman pilfer your greatest pleasure—joy in life’s journey. What say you?
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Tears are jewels—rubies of great value. A precious commodity I’m not willing to share with just anyone. There’s a place where I keep these treasures safe. Only when I find a fellow gemologist (i.e. friend) that I trust am I willing to open the vault. What say you? When are you ready to reveal your priceless riches?
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It’s treadmill time. Not because of the mountains of consumed foods. It’s the crazy, get on the treadmill, run from one activity, store, event, tree buying, decorating baking…you get the idea…time. We move as if the path beneath us is set on high speed. Maybe there’s a better way. Stop. There’s no need to go to one more event, just because. Or buy one more gift, in case. Or decorate the house according to Southern Living. Instead…cuddle your kids. Call a friend. Step off the tread and embrace. The rat race will always be there. It’s this day that counts. Don’t take that gift and your loved ones for granted.
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"Friends"—a nationally syndicated series. Now accumulating “friends” is a game on Facebook. Friendship has been watered down to a number on an app or a group of unknown characters on TV. It used to be having a good friend was another person who knew our secrets, shared our sorrows, and laughed with us to the point of tears. I’ve only known a few of them in my lifetime, and I’ve been blessed with those who’ve stuck through life with me in spite of me. I dream about the day when we can go back to the few and forget the frenzy. Of hugging a human and not keeping up with ‘likes’ and ‘loves’ on a blue-toothed device. What say you? Ready to be a true-blue friend again?
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An imprint is a mark. Some are short lived like footprints in the sand. But there are impressions that are indelible—permanent reminders of our influence on others or ones that have been inscribed on us. Words, attitudes, body language. We can use these to lift up or tear down. Like tattoos, what we say and do may be irreversible. Choose your imprints carefully. You never know what mark you leave behind—a thing of beauty or an ugly scar. What say you?
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We often think of jealousy as negative: to resent, covet what someone else has, or have green-eyes of envy. But it is a two-sided coin. Jealousy is protective, to be vigilant over something or someone—like being jealous of time with our family. Unfortunately, It can be used to control and manipulate. Instead it should be used to create a barrier to guard precious loved ones. Jealousy provokes us to action—good and bad. There are reasons for jealousy to rear her ugly head but it doesn’t have to be ugly after all. What say you?
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Your eye is a lamp to your soul. Gaze on darkness and your inner self is filled with the same. Take in goodness and you overflow with light. But where is kindness, self-control, or respectability these days? Seems these things need to begin within me. What say you? Ready to let your lamp shine? The world needs this little light of mine, and yours.
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Moms are warriors. They gird themselves with armor every day for their children. When mine were little, I willingly faced the ‘giant’ of opposition for them. As they grew, I fought tooth and nail for their souls in prayer in a world that subjected them to evil at every turn. Moms never give up the fight. We walk through the battlefield with sword and shield to protect, defend and support our children and families. We live to provide freedom to grow in a safe environment and take bullets in their defense. Never, ever think your position as a fighter for your home is not essential in today’s battle. We need our mean, lean fighting machine of mothers. What say you? Sharpening your sword today? You’re going to need it.
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Our ancient GPS and me have a lot in common. This gadget is getting older by the minute, the maps aren’t current and at times it directs us the wrong way. But more often than not, it’s been a loyal and reliable means for getting us to our final destination. Last time we used it, I was reminded how I’m a lot like that gadget. I’m aging, my thinking and dressing aren’t necessarily updated, and I can easily get lost. But, my heart’s desire is to arrive at our ‘final destination’ as a couple by remaining reliable and loyal to the end. What say you? What’s your GPS telling you?
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Stagnant water stinks. It just does. It’s a breeding ground for mosquitoes, malaria and potentially death. Water that is motionless cannot be consumed or enjoyed. All because liquid stopped, became slack in its purpose. We can allow relationships to become stagnant, slack and stop. The results are even more dangerous. Motionless investment of time or lack of affirmation can cause emotional sickness. Our family and friends need us to be willing to flow with commitment and love even when times are dry and difficult. Don’t let stagnation become the breeding ground at home. It stinks. What say you?
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In high school, I desperately wanted to be a cheerleader. I learned the chants and jumps and practiced hard to join the ‘cool rank’ of kids at school. The day came. I tried my best, didn’t make the team and went home in tears. I learned a valuable lesson through that experience. Without realizing it, I was learning about being a cheerleader. Not through the cool kids but through my mother. She had been there when I practiced and never once said I couldn’t do it. Not all of us have had cheerleading moms. But as adults we can be an enthusiastic supporter of those we love and show that being a team begins at home. What say you? What cheers of encouragement do you send with your kids to school?
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I’m not an artist. However, I know that a palette and basic colors are needed to paint. A person’s life is like that. A palette of colors. It might not feel like it, but you’re being divinely stroked with a detailed paintbrush, uniquely mixed with your experiences. There are times the palette looks messy but that’s necessary to create the perfect hue. So it is with you. Swirls of good, bad, joyous and difficult events combine to create a final masterpiece. What say you. Feel messy? Think again. You’re a gorgeous work of art.
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We spent time with friends recently and I ate too much. Ever do that? Consume until you feel bloated, sick to the stomach and vowing never to overindulge again? There are times I listen to too much news and get the same sensation. A bit sick, bloated and out of sorts. Balance in everything, excess in none. What say you? Over partaking in the negatives spewing from the news? Take a break, chew on small bits and bytes, and don't swallow every available thing. Your mind, body and soul will thank you for it. Believe me. Been there, done that.
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We had breakfast at a cozy restaurant. Although we hadn’t reserved the table, someone else obviously had for later in the day. The sign was a reminder of how we make the effort to book a table, sit at a nice place and enjoy a meal. Yet we can forget to “reserve” a few moments with loved ones—children, grandparents, parents or siblings. Time is an elusive entity. Days slip away and suddenly the “table” with them is no longer available. Call, write, text, or book time with someone longing to spend a few moments with you. What say you? Need to reserve a place?
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