Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, How great Thou art. Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, How great Thou art!"
I attended a memorial service for Larry Hoyt today. It was a beautiful service. Like everybody else I don't like going to these things, but as Dad and Bonnie would tell me...and I would tell them "put on your big girl panties and do it". What I wanted to say though is that this service reminded me how much I love church hymns...I always feel so peaceful and "full" after hearing or singing them. Larry was a very kind soul...he will be missed.
Ihave read the newest issue of "Where Women Create" cover to cover in the last two days. This issue really struck a chord with me. Marisa Haedike (who I do not know at all...and have never even visited her blog until NOW)Creative Thursday In the magazine she wrote: "We are not alone when we think that we have to have it all figured out before we can fully commit to our dream. And while I understand that this seems logical and wise, I have come to realize that it can just be one more excuse not to step into the life that is meant to be ours."
Hmmm, there I am in writing. I WISH I had written that:) So often I have a dream or a goal...and because I can't get an image of the "big picture" I just don't do it...or even more if I can't diagram a "plan" of the end result...For instance...I want to create something...it is fun for me to do and I might be able to create a bit of an income out of it...BUT because I can't "figure it all out" I just keep THINKING about it. You know NIKE really had something with their "JUST DO IT" slogan. I get lost in the final results...get so overwhelmed trying to to figure it all out that I give up. But here I read... "stop doing that". Stop ignoring the life that is meant to be mine...and so here is where that will happen. What is something in your life that you keep studying for...planning for...thinking about...but haven't made the big move to JUST DO IT?
This life is all we have...it's ours...what shall we do...
Dancingly, Denise




