The courage to honor your guidance requires a unique blend of faith, hope, trust, and obedience: faith that you are being pointed in the right direction, hope that the outcome will be rewarding, trust that it will, and obedience to the divine force that operates in your best interests.
Are you getting along with people as well as you’d like to? Or do you often find yourself at odds with friends, family and even strangers? Well, if you find it difficult to get on the same page with people, the problem is probably you, not them. Look at all your relationships; you’re the common denominator. Here are seven steps for bringing more peace and harmony to your relationships.
LIVE MORE CONSCIOUSLY
Start watching your thoughts as if they were someone else’s. Doing this allows you to “step out from behind your eyes” and serve as a conscious witness to your own life. You may find that your view of objective reality was neither objective nor real.
ESCAPE FROM “PLANET ME” Recognize that your perceptions are uniquely yours, that the world you live in has a population of one. Unfortunately, the people (more…)
Life has a way of delivering gifts to us at the precise moment we need them most. This story, written by Lorraine Arents of Fresh Meadows, New York, appeared in the June 2010 issue of Guideposts.
A TIMELY RETURN I thought I lost my father all over again when I lost a keepsake.
It had been more than three months since my purse was snatched from me on a New York City street.
I had long since gotten a new purse and wallet, and replaced my credit cards and driver’s license. But even after all these months, tears still came to my eyes whenever I thought about the one thing that I could never replace: my father’s dog tags from World War II.
I missed Dad so badly, particularly today as I sat at my desk catching up on e-mails from friends.
Six seconds. That’s how long it took for a pint-size Pinay in pigtails to stride confidently on stage in a South Korean talent show in the fall of 2007, belt out the words, “And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going,” and blow our collective socks off.
It was a performance for the ages. Charice might as well have been announcing to the world, (more…)
If you lean more toward self-loathing than self-love, consider how you feel about your friends. You love them even though they, like you, are imperfect, have hurt others, and regret past actions. If you can unconditionally love your friends despite their flaws, you can learn to extend the same kindness toward yourself.
You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection. Buddha
Love your flaws, your insecurities, your negative thoughts and feelings, and one day soon you may (more…)
Serving others is love in action, as long as it is not tainted by the ego’s desire for recognition.
Everybody can be great. Because anybody can serve. You don’t have to have a college degree to serve. You don’t have to make your subject and your verb agree to serve. . . . You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Doing good deeds so others think of you as (more…)
I cringed hard when I read Josh Wilker‘s account of scoring his first basket for his seventh-grade team in his excellent memoir, Cardboard Gods. It was an away game and his joy was uncontainable . . . for a brief shining moment before it all turned to dust. I cringed all the harder because unfortunately, I could relate. My own story follows this excerpt from Josh’s book.
The ref handed my teammate Chris the ball and Chris slapped it with his right hand, a signal to the rest of us to start milling around, pretending we had set plays. In a rare burst of on-court assertiveness, I cut hard to my left, breaking free of the listless scrum of bodies near the center jump circle. I caught the inbounds pass in stride and started dribbling toward the wide-open hoop. I had not yet scored the first basket of my career in organized ball, so as I dribbled a kind of joy bubbled up through my rib cage and into my throat.
Previous to that moment there had only been an aimless Saturday morning murmur of voices in the gym. Suddenly the murmur spiked, went weird. I’d never heard the sound before and hope to never hear it again: A generalized, ingrown gasp, like a note from a choir on a record played backward. I pressed onward, dribbling, still preposterously open, ignoring.
I stopped just inside the foul line and hoisted the side-holstered push shot that all kids use before they get the hang of a real jump shot. Improbably, the basketball grazed the inside of the rim and nestled through the net. The strange sound that had risen up all around me ceased. I turned, smiling, expecting to see my teammates smiling back. Jesus, the look on their faces. The (more…)
My daughter and I share countless inside jokes and greatly enjoy teasing each other. That was my first thought when I read about Amy Donnelly’s question to her dad in this article for espn.com by Tim Kurkjian. Amy Donnelly’s story does not have a happy ending . . . and yet there is hope in this story, and peace, and joy, and much, much love.
When then-Pirates third base coach Rich Donnelly would crouch down, cup his hands and shout to the runner on second base, his daughter, Amy, once asked him, “Dad, what are you yelling to the runner, ‘The chicken runs at midnight’?” The statement had no origin, no specific meaning, yet became a buzz phrase in the Donnelly home, and among the Pirates. When Pittsburgh second baseman Jose Lind ran on the field before a game in 1992, a microphone caught him yelling to teammates, “Let’s go, the chicken runs at midnight!”