Unpack Your Cape... The World Needs a Hero

A.B. Simpson said: “God is preparing His heroes. And when the opportunity comes He can fit them into their place in a moment. And the world will wonder where they came from.”

Get your cape ready...
And maybe your tiara.

I Want a Wide Life

I don't want to get to the end of my life
and find that I just lived the length of it.
I want to have lived the width of it
as well.

~Diane Ackerman

Gratitude

grat·i·tude   [grat-i-tood, -tyood]
noun
the quality or feeling of being grateful or thankful

Gratitude makes a meal a feast, a house a home, and a stranger a friend.
~author?

What a beautiful sentiment; I could not have said it better, myself. Gratitude can turn your world from ordinary to extraordinary. It's all about your attitude... and gratitude. (This is starting to sound like a show tune. Or Dr. Seuss, perhaps.)

Anyway, the point is... Look around you. You have a lot to be thankful for. Put on your rose colored glasses and turn that meal into a feast, your house into a castle fit for a queen (that would be YOU, Your Highness), and a stranger into a friend (who just might happen to be an angel).

Gratitude. Simple, but powerful.

Sunshine and Smiles

If you are anything like me, you might find yourself at the beginning of a new year, wondering where, oh where, did last year go? If someone were to ask you to name ten events worthy of sharing, could you? You and I both know that life has a gazillion wonderful moments tucked in each passing year, but we are so busy and preoccupied, that we find it hard to recall all of the times that made us smile, giggle, or cry tears of joy.

Here's an idea... What if we kept a notepad handy and jotted down those moments as they happen? We could keep a notepad in our purse, on our desk, in the kitchen because you and I both know that wonderful things happen in a kitchen!, in the car, etc., etc., etc. (Now I feel like the King from The King and I. He really liked that wonderful word, etc. So do I.) Back to the notes. At the end of each day, we can put the notes in a jar, basket, or box. Whichever you fancy. I think I will call mine the Jar of Sunshine and Smiles.

Picture yourself sitting down on New Years Day with a really good cup of java, and reading all of your little notes with the ones you love, or in a room with just you, your really good java, and God. You are smiling, aren't you? Wouldn't that be fun?!

This is perfect for me because believe it or not, I hate journaling. I know. It's a shock. I love writing on this blog, but to sit down and write in a journal just makes me turn up my nose and shake my head.

So, go get some notepads and pens. Let's start a collection of sunshine and smiles. I dare you!

I Found My Way Back!

Dear Readers,

You have probably thought I was lost, or possibly that I had abandoned ship. No, I am here, and I am well. Actually, you can blame my absence on the Dare Chair. I plopped myself down in it, took on some dares, and have been so busy LIVING, that I've had to let some things go. Writing has been one of those things.

Summer break is peeking it's beautiful face around the corner. I am so excited to see a glimpse of it! You see, I am a teacher, therefore, I get to enjoy summer vacation just like the kids. Well, not quite THAT footloose and fancy free, but I do get a bit of breathing in the sunshine time and living in flip flops! I promise that I will fill you in on the dares, challenges, accomplishments, and sometimes painful moments I've experienced. My hope is that my stories will inspire you to turn the television off, get off the couch, and fill your lives with LIFE. The days are passing by quickly, my friends. Grab on and enjoy the ride!

Bless You...

Please watch this...

Need a Rope...

Check out my friend, Rachel's blog; it is very inspiring. Up until now, you may have thought my Dare Chair has been mighty uncomfortable. Well, let me tell you, Rachel doesn't even have a chair. I think she needs a Dare Rope to strap you on, and pull you along for the wild, adventurous ride. Hang on for dear life, my friends!

http://alaskaatlast-rach.blogspot.com/

Light the Fire

Education is not the filling of a pail,

but the lighting of a fire.

~William Butler Yeats, Irish Poet

Pay Attention!

If I'm not

happy

in this time,

in this place...

I'm not paying attention.

~Jodi Hills

This rings true for me. If I'm not happy right where I am at, I am not paying attention to the things that truly matter. I find that I pay too much attention to the things that annoy me, such as dirty dishes in the sink, messy kids' rooms, dirty toilets AGAIN, and my thunder thighs. I need to pay more attention to giggles, hugs, teenage humor, sunshine, great wine, good food, and fantastic conversation. I must admit that I usually do cherish these gifts, but still, I do give too much attention to the things that bug me. So ladies and gentlemen, lets put our rose colored glasses on and enjoy the moment and the beauty that surrounds us.

Courage

Paper Airplanes

Here's a great lesson on thinking outside of the box from SimpleTruths.com.

Enjoy!

Whose Voice Are You Listening To?

Whose voice do you listen to? When you decide to try something new, step out of your comfort zone, or reach for courage, whose voice do you hear? Your parents'? The voice of a coach, teacher, or friend? Is it positive or negative? Does the voice you hear lift you up, or tear you down?

Let me tell you a story. A couple of years ago, I decided to ski the Birkie. Over 30 miles of hill, after hill, after hill. I was terrified. My own voice kept telling me that I couldn't do it. I constantly had to push the negative thoughts out of my head.

I came across a song that quickly became my Birkie Theme Song. It was perfect. I said the words over and over again as I trudged my way up the hills. I know that it was the words of this song that kept me going all the way to the finish line. I hope they bring inspiration to you as well.

The Voice of Truth by Casting Crowns

Oh,what I would do to have

the kind of faith it takes

To climb out of this boat I'm in

Onto the crashing waves

To step out of my comfort zone

Into the realm of the unknown

Where Jesus is,

And he's holding out his hand

But the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at me

Reminding me of all the times

I've tried before and failed

The waves they keep on telling me time and time again

"Boy, you'll never win, you'll never win."

But the voice of truth tells me a different story

the voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"

and the voice of truth says

"this is for my glory"

Out of all the voices calling out to me

I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

Oh, what I would do to have the kind of strength it takes

To stand before a giant with just a sling and a stone

Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors shaking in their armor

Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand

But the giant's calling out my name and he laughs at me

Reminding me of all the times I've tried before and failed

The giant keeps on telling me time and time again

"Boy you'll never win, you'll never win."

But the voice of truth tells me a different story

the voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"

and the voice of truth says "this is for my glory"

Out of all the voices calling out to me

I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

but the stone was just the right size

to put the giant on the ground

and the waves they don't seem so high

from on top of them looking down

I will soar with the wings of eagles

when I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus

singing over me

But the voice of truth tells me a different story

The voice of truth says do not be afraid

And the voice of truth says this is for my glory

Out of all the voices calling out to me (calling out to me)

I will choose to listen and believe (I will choose to listen and believe)

I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

I will listen and believe

I will listen and believe the voice of truth

I will listen and believe

'Cause Jesus you are the voice of

Truth

Who are you listening to?

Choose wisely.

I Hope You Dance

I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder

You get your fill to eat

But always keep that hunger

May you never take one single breath for granted

God forbid love ever leave you empty handed

I hope you still feel small

When you stand by the ocean

Whenever one door closes,

I hope one more opens

Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance

Never settle for the path of least resistance

Living might mean taking chances

But they're worth taking

Lovin' might be a mistake

But it's worth making

Don't let some hell bent heart

Leave you bitter

When you come close to selling out

Reconsider

Give the heavens above

More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

(Time is a real and constant motion always)

I hope you dance

(Rolling us along)

I hope you dance

(Tell me who)

I hope you dance

(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)

(Where those years have gone)

Spring?

I heard more snow is arriving soon...

8 inches of cold, white SNOW! How can that be? It is SPRING, isn't it?

Here's a little bit of summer to help.

Let your eyes soak up the sunshine in the beautiful flowers painted by Susanne Bach. I can almost smell and taste summer just by looking at them.

Summer is coming... believe it, or not!

Women

I received this e-mail from my mom today, and immediately knew it needed to be shared among women. I have no idea who the author is, but something tells me it was written by a husband who adores his wife. Enjoy...

The One Flaw In Women

By the time the Lord made woman, He was into his sixth day of working overtime.

An angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"

And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her?"

"She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200

movable parts, all replaceable, and able to run on diet coke and

leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a

kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart-and

she will do everything."

The angel was astounded at the requirements.

"Only two hands!? No way!

And that's just on the standard model?

That's too much work for one day.

Wait until tomorrow to finish."

" But I won't," the Lord protested.

"I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own

heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days."

The angel moved closer and touched the woman.

"But you have made her so soft, Lord."

"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."

"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.

The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate." The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.

"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."

"That's not a leak," the Lord corrected, "that's a tear!"

"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.

The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain,

her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride."

The angel was impressed."You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything!

Woman is truly amazing."

And she is!

Women have strengths that amaze men.

They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.

They smile when they want to scream.

They sing when they want to cry.

They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.

They fight for what they believe in.

They stand up to injustice.

They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.

They go without so their family can have.

They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.

They love unconditionally.

They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.

They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.

Their hearts break when a friend dies.

They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.

They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.

Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.

They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.

The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.

They bring joy, hope and love.

They have compassion and ideals.

They give moral support to their family and friends.

Women have vital things to say and everything to give.

HOWEVER,

IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,

IT IS THAT

THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.

Tea, Anyone?

I am going to ask you to do something today.

I am willing to beg.

I am challenging you to a dare.

Please read the book, Three Cups of Tea One Man's One Man’s Mission to Promote Peace...One School At A Time by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin.

I read this book last weekend, and was amazed at the wonderful, true story. I cheered, booed, laughed, and cried. I was inspired to do whatever I can to help the Central Asia Institute. Please check out his websites. (There are three... you can find them all at http://www.threecupsoftea.com/ While you are on his website, check out Greg's book tour dates! )

I haven't invited you to sit in the Dare Chair lately. I am passionate about this dare... READ the book... you won't regret it!!!

Smile

Smile, for everyone lacks self-confidence and more than any other one thing a smile reassures them.

~ Andre Maurois

French Writer 1885 -1967

Words of Wisdom

If I Had My Life to Live Over

by Erma Bombeck....

(written after she found out she was dying of cancer)

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn! With my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's"; more "I'm sorry's."

Thanks to my friend Debbie in Idaho, who sent this to me!

Dropping Faults

Do not think of your faults, still less of other's faults; look for
what is
good and strong, and try to imitate
it. Your faults will drop off, like dead leaves, when their time
comes.

.

~John Ruskin, English Writer, 1819-1900

Mountains Out of Molehills

I have a wonderful pastor. He is by far, the most encouraging, positive person I know. It was his birthday the other day, and I read about his day on his blog. (Check it out... it is posted above under "Blogs I Like to Visit"... Revitalize Your Church.) I smiled throughout the post as I read his excitement and total appreciation over everything from phone calls to beetles. Now, I know I am always appreciative over phone calls on my birthday, especially when it is my father-in-law singing "Happy Birthday" to me; brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. But I don't think I have ever looked at a swarm of beetles as a chorus of birthday greetings before.

So, I have decided to make mountains out of molehills. "What?!," you say? Yes, I will make mountains out of molehills for the good stuff in life. It is so easy to get caught up in the pressures of life, motherhood, jobs, discipline, and the ugliness in the news that we forget to notice really beautiful moments. May I find awe in the simple things in life. May I splash in the rain puddles with my little ones, reclaim the excitement to be found in the perfect ice cream cone, laugh with my teenagers until my stomach hurts, chase butterflies, and realize just how cool those skateboard moves are. I want my breath to be taken away each time my husband walks through the door. I want to give more hugs, and let my friends and family know they are cherished. I want to look at the next sunset as the wonderful thing it is... God's Masterpiece painting just for me and you.

Want to climb the mountain with me?