I know of your accomplishments and other wonderous things,
I do not know what you will do,
nor how you'll challenge Fate, I only know, it will be high
and with the Holy Spirit as your guide
and made in God's Image, YOU are truly GREAT.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Selling
Selling is finding a need and filling it! Nothing happens until someone makes a sale. Selling is exhilarating! It celebrates what is good in life. It is necessary. Salesmen make the highest income. A complete sale is a win/win/win... a high!
I have an assistant that can organize the office and get all Internet and computer skills. She is thin, Christian, Republican, and works for an affordable amount or even to write books. She is good at marketing and willing to get me speaking engagements.
I have a wonderful, loving attitude toward others. I have many new sales every day.
I have an assistant that can organize the office and get all Internet and computer skills. She is thin, Christian, Republican, and works for an affordable amount or even to write books. She is good at marketing and willing to get me speaking engagements.
I have a wonderful, loving attitude toward others. I have many new sales every day.
A Date with Elvis
During the mid 1950s I was teaching at a dance studio in Memphis, Tenn. One day a couple in my class asked me if I’d go with them to the airport. “We’re picking up Elvis Presley, and we’re supposed to bring him a date for the evening.” My heart fluttered. What girl in the entire world could say no? I wondered. And what if he turned out to really like me? My mind danced with the possibilities. Then I remembered: I already had a date with Tony, a Marine Corps student who’d taken many lessons from me. He was tall, good-looking, churchgoing: all the things on my list for the perfect husband. Things had started to get serious with us. “You know what,” I said, “actually, I can’t. I have a date tonight.” They couldn’t believe I’d turned them down. But Elvis hadn’t chosen me, they had. Tony, on the other hand, chose me to be his wife. That date with Elvis was the best one I never had.Copyright Dec 2008 Dr Bonnie Taylor-Libhart
The Joy of Thanksgiving Tradition (Part 2)
Thanksgiving!
It gives each a sense of belonging…heritage…bonding…connecting…future…continuity. Building. Taking time. Being there for each other, bonding together for posterity.
No, no subject is taboo. We’re trying to cram into 24 hours enough love and gratitude for each other for the next 364 days. All our lives are so busy, so caught up in the urgent, little time left for the …important!
Half century of tradition…a leveler, as we cling to each other in this crazy time before the Lord returns.
Family…made up like our country, with all religions (Noor’s from Indonesia), politics--Republican Harding, Democrat David, with different ideas of how things should be done--from electing a president to turkey carving--but with a resolve that we always have at Thanksgiving, differences are a small matter in life and what is alive--love, that need to be needed, loved, wanted and appreciated--is the impacting glue.
When we return to reality Monday morning, the world will still be there waiting for us. Bet we’ll be able to face it refreshed and revitalized, with a lot of happy family memories that will warm the heart for another year, for a lifetime.
We’re thankful for family, food, fun, frivolity, freedom and the future. We don’t know what the future holds, but we know Who holds the future. For that we’re doubly joyful.
We are grateful to you…reading this…that our lives touched today.
If you are going through the sadness of having empty places at your Thanksgiving table, whether from Katrina, Rita, or a freak hanging like one of our friends experienced because of her child’s accident from the “pass-out” game, put their chairs there anyway.
Mother said softly, “get a vision of Jesus sitting at your table. He’s telling you of all the good things He prepared for you and them in that gold-paved city--walls of jasper-that beautiful quartz with nature’s autumn colors of reddish-brown and yellow jewels, clear as crystal. Your chandelier shines with God’s glory--its brilliance is like a precious jewel. The city of pure gold, pure as glass, decorated with every kind of precious stone, sapphire, emerald, sardonyx, topaz, amethyst and pearls. We can have such gratitude that there’ll be no tears, no sorrow in Heaven as families gather Thankful for the best homecoming”.
It’s POSSIBLE!
Part 2 of 2
Copyright Dr. Bonnie Libhart October 2010
It gives each a sense of belonging…heritage…bonding…connecting…future…continuity. Building. Taking time. Being there for each other, bonding together for posterity.
No, no subject is taboo. We’re trying to cram into 24 hours enough love and gratitude for each other for the next 364 days. All our lives are so busy, so caught up in the urgent, little time left for the …important!
Half century of tradition…a leveler, as we cling to each other in this crazy time before the Lord returns.
Family…made up like our country, with all religions (Noor’s from Indonesia), politics--Republican Harding, Democrat David, with different ideas of how things should be done--from electing a president to turkey carving--but with a resolve that we always have at Thanksgiving, differences are a small matter in life and what is alive--love, that need to be needed, loved, wanted and appreciated--is the impacting glue.
When we return to reality Monday morning, the world will still be there waiting for us. Bet we’ll be able to face it refreshed and revitalized, with a lot of happy family memories that will warm the heart for another year, for a lifetime.
We’re thankful for family, food, fun, frivolity, freedom and the future. We don’t know what the future holds, but we know Who holds the future. For that we’re doubly joyful.
We are grateful to you…reading this…that our lives touched today.
If you are going through the sadness of having empty places at your Thanksgiving table, whether from Katrina, Rita, or a freak hanging like one of our friends experienced because of her child’s accident from the “pass-out” game, put their chairs there anyway.
Mother said softly, “get a vision of Jesus sitting at your table. He’s telling you of all the good things He prepared for you and them in that gold-paved city--walls of jasper-that beautiful quartz with nature’s autumn colors of reddish-brown and yellow jewels, clear as crystal. Your chandelier shines with God’s glory--its brilliance is like a precious jewel. The city of pure gold, pure as glass, decorated with every kind of precious stone, sapphire, emerald, sardonyx, topaz, amethyst and pearls. We can have such gratitude that there’ll be no tears, no sorrow in Heaven as families gather Thankful for the best homecoming”.
It’s POSSIBLE!
Part 2 of 2
Copyright Dr. Bonnie Libhart October 2010
The Joy of Thanksgiving Tradition
The Joy of Thanksgiving Tradition
Among some of my fondest memories is sharing with our family the joy of the Thanksgiving tradition. I enjoyed the holiday with my four brothers for a half century at my parents’ home. We fought, of course, but we loved more. In the past decades, few have been absent from my parents’ house on Thanksgiving Day. I remember with amusement one-bathroom days. “Hurry up! It’s my turn!” We laughed. We talked. And we laughed some more. The wonderful aroma of he turkey baking mingled with the spicy fragrance of pumpkin pie filled the entire house. There was a lot of bustling about and conversation with many talking at once, but listening at the same time, and observing, also.
“Al, you’ve quit smoking. How’d you do it?”
“Made a decision! Like climbing a tree in the desert when a bear’s about to eat you alive. Alice said I had to if I was gonna get another kiss!”
On and on the conversation seasoned with salt, continued. Bragging, transparent, hiding and jealous…yet all loving.
But they won’t all be here this year. Emily won’t be … to sing her Russian songs. We’ll miss her again. As we do Dad. He died, also, one Christmas Day. We’ll tell antics of how he’d have us “go look at his crop.” He told us of his “skip-row” planting, and it didn’t matter if you were interested. He told you anyway.
We don’t know if Daniel will be able to be here since the divorce. Since great-grandmother is 87-years-old, we’re hoping he can be this year. Divorce affects so many lives besides the two people getting the divorce. You don’t turn off your feelings for someone just because they’re not a part of the family anymore.
Part 1 of 2
Copyright Bonnie Libhart October 2010
Among some of my fondest memories is sharing with our family the joy of the Thanksgiving tradition. I enjoyed the holiday with my four brothers for a half century at my parents’ home. We fought, of course, but we loved more. In the past decades, few have been absent from my parents’ house on Thanksgiving Day. I remember with amusement one-bathroom days. “Hurry up! It’s my turn!” We laughed. We talked. And we laughed some more. The wonderful aroma of he turkey baking mingled with the spicy fragrance of pumpkin pie filled the entire house. There was a lot of bustling about and conversation with many talking at once, but listening at the same time, and observing, also.
“Al, you’ve quit smoking. How’d you do it?”
“Made a decision! Like climbing a tree in the desert when a bear’s about to eat you alive. Alice said I had to if I was gonna get another kiss!”
On and on the conversation seasoned with salt, continued. Bragging, transparent, hiding and jealous…yet all loving.
But they won’t all be here this year. Emily won’t be … to sing her Russian songs. We’ll miss her again. As we do Dad. He died, also, one Christmas Day. We’ll tell antics of how he’d have us “go look at his crop.” He told us of his “skip-row” planting, and it didn’t matter if you were interested. He told you anyway.
We don’t know if Daniel will be able to be here since the divorce. Since great-grandmother is 87-years-old, we’re hoping he can be this year. Divorce affects so many lives besides the two people getting the divorce. You don’t turn off your feelings for someone just because they’re not a part of the family anymore.
Part 1 of 2
Copyright Bonnie Libhart October 2010
Nothing changes until something or someone moves!
Each of us has been placed here on earth and given life for some grand purpose.
Each of us was given a gift, it was put in us to develop & through it's development to bless humanity.
That is the ordained purpose behind of each of our lives and your purpose can be accomplished only by you.
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