What do playing and super powers have in common? How are menu plans and a man missing both hands alike? What is the difference between spiritual and physical creation?
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How do you view hope in our world today? Where does your power lie? What are you putting in place to keep hope in your life? Come join our conversation as we discuss where many in the world are today, how one person can influence generations & what you can do to keep hope!
What did Winston Churchill, Nehemiah and George Washington have in common? How do building and protecting work hand in hand? What weighs on your heart? Come join us as we discuss the principles of creating, protecting & connecting in the sciences, arts, education & YOU!
Have you ever felt called to do something that makes you shake in your boots? Welcome! We are here because of the calling in our hearts to share principles through stories. Come join us for a motivating chat!
Whenever you set out on a big road trip do you take care to plan the clothing, activities, daily driving time, etc or do you get into the car set a course and just start driving until you get too tired or you get to your destination? As a lover of travel, I’ve tried both ways. Can I share with you what I have learned? First both types of travel work as long as you follow a few guidelines. Top on the guideline list is having a plan. Whether super loose or every minute accounted for a plan is crucial to a good trip.
Recently we visited the Tetons with a very loose plan-to hike and to camp. We didn’t have the days fully planned out or the trails mapped. I actually did that in the car as my husband drove but I had a general idea of what we wanted to do. I wanted a wildflower hike and my son wanted a long hike. Both hikes were fulfilled and all who came along for the ride became fitter, sorer and saw some of the most amazing vistas that this nation has to offer. Summer in the Tetons is breathtakingly gorgeous!
This loose planning worked for us because we had an idea with willing participants who wanted to see beauty and/or prove to themselves that they could do hard things (two steep hikes). Planning is what helps us to set a proper course and a proper course is exactly what is needed to fulfill the missions we’ve been given in this life.
Fear has a tendency to pop up a lot these days. Fear of people not following what our elected officials dictate is a moral imperative, fear of things never being the same again, fear of neighbors or strangers, fear of the unknown. And so many comply to feel safe. They comply their freedoms away or they do nothing. They wait. The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.
What can we do instead? What if we started with treating people as children of a divine God? What if we reached out with our words and pens with kindness and strength? What if we collaborated instead of getting angry out of fear?
Why would anyone ever want an emotion that can literally stop your progress and control you? That’s what fear does. Instead, what if we lifted with hope and goodwill? There have been many times in my own life when I have felt overwhelmed with what was going on in the world and I have found myself on my knees crying out to my God, begging for deliverance from the angst I felt. In those moments do you know what my heart has been filled with? Peace and a calm resolve to move forward with hope. Many of times it is as though angels stand with me to strengthen me. Can we not strengthen one another and lift each other?
Is that not what Joan of Arc did as she walked among the French as they fought for their country? She lifted with her words and her actions. It is written that she held her enemy as he died. She loved all mankind and yet she knew that she still had a work to do and that was to fight for freedom and so she did. We too can hold a love for mankind while unitedly standing for freedom. We were founded on freedom. Many lives were shed for this freedom and I imagine that just like me, you don’t want us to lose that freedom through fear and manipulation. Thus, while we stand, while we act, let us remember to treat each other as children of a heavenly God who are trying. And let us act.
The activities of the day don’t leave me with enuf energy to stay awake to write in the evenings. The usual affairs of the day have been taking place during the week. Wes worked for Hamilton Monday-returned to work for the Bureau of Reclamation Tuesday. How I hope he keeps this job.
Some of the things I want to remember; -Danny’s white hair gleaming in the sun as he wanders around in the backyard, busily exploring and experimenting.-His desire to “carry”, whenever I go out with a bucket or basket.
Billy’s eyes bright with interest, and his whole hearted laugh when I tell them about “The Little Red Hen.” His best Palsy-Walsy manner of saying “Thank Al”-or “your welcome, Al.” “Wes” sounds more natural now from him than “Daddy.” Billy’s response to many statements with “O-o-oh, Yes, uh huh.”
Things I’d like to forget; Billy’s nitemare last nite. This time he was sure a dog was on the bed, to bite him. He couldn’t be convinced otherwise.
My impatience with him after about the third hour of being awake with him. Even Danny, disturbed, began whimpering, kicking and chasing chickie.
Billy certainly resents domination by his elders; and one way of showing it is his determination to get his hands and face all dirty after he has been forcibly washed. The first time he did that, about two months ago, I was dumbfounded. His dad had washed the chocolate pudding from his face right after supper. I was still at the table and Billy simply tore in the dining room, obviously in a furious mood, climbed quickly back into his cair, rubbed his hand in his dish and smeared the pudding all over his face. Another time, he streaked into the kitchen to his plate which contained syrup and repeated the process.
-Albina Banks
Car wrecks, different cultures, alma maters-this world is full of learning and choices. Today we discuss one of the most important themes that make all the difference in living the life you were meant to live. Join me as we discuss principles, missions & what & why Brite New Star is here & how you too can become a part of it. Come join the discussion!
Oh gee, Wes is out of a job again, for lack of transportation to and from the job. Oh gee, now what’ll we do! Won’t we ever get a break that will get us going? I”m beginning to feel licked-but I musn’t let myself get discouraged. Wes feels bad enough about it all and rubbing it in doesn’t do a bit of good.
I took Billy down to Dr Walders to have the stitches removed this afternoon, but a scab had formed so dr asked us to return Wednesday or Thursday. Billy was terribly frightened but very quiet while in the waiting room. We walked to Penny’s to get shoes but he refused to try them on. When we returned to the doctors office, I managed to find out Billy’s weight (29 lbs) by weighing us together, then having the doctor hold Billy and weighing me alone. That brought as much protest as an operation. I weigh 103 lbs, much less than I had thought.
-Albina Banks
Sleeping again-this time from staying up late and reading papers and magazines Mrs Burgens brought me. She’s leaving in the morning for Wheatland. Will miss her.
Wes is still working. It’s pretty cold up there in the evenings.
Hope for a rain down here but didn’t get it, so I watered our garden this evening, carrying water in a bucket to the rows too far for the short hose to reach. I planted small onion sets that Wes bought. Billy had to plant some too, and did a right good job too. The seeds he had planted were looking very promising but this morning the chickens reached them and what they did to Billy’s onions was pathetic. I wish Billy weren’t so afraid of the chickens, but I suppose that after what the big black rooster did to him a few times it’s no wonder that he’s afraid. Twas about a month ago that Billy wandering about in the yard and deeply absorbed in something on the other side of Prescott’s fence was suddenly attacked from the rear. I heard him cry; saw him lying there, and made a mad dash to the rescue. Seeing a corn stalk along the way, and making a pass at the bird. He was persistent though and kept coming back for more before finally giving up. Poor Billy! He was pale and trembling. My heart still aches when i think of it. His actual casualities consisted merely of scratches on his chin and black and blue spots on his right thigh but I’m afraid the experience left a rather permanent impression. He talks often of the rooster hurting him. I think he dreams about it as he often wakes up during the night obviously in fear of something. Baby cried today more than usual. I hope she isn’t ill.
-Albina Banks