<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520418998029832448</id><updated>2024-03-13T09:14:11.621-05:00</updated><category term="Love"/><category term="true love"/><category term="God"/><category term="Sunrise"/><category term="hope"/><category term="joy"/><category term="Choices"/><category term="Content"/><category term="Country music"/><category term="Freedom of will"/><category term="Greatness"/><category term="It&#39;s personal"/><category term="Love people to death"/><category term="Morning"/><category term="Poem"/><category term="SH4MA539E95A"/><category term="Summer"/><category term="William Shakespeare"/><category term="Word"/><category term="achieve"/><category term="angry christian"/><category term="bad"/><category term="become great"/><category term="before God"/><category term="blueprint"/><category term="born great"/><category term="calm"/><category term="calm down"/><category term="cheerful"/><category term="children"/><category term="choose"/><category term="christian"/><category term="confront"/><category term="confrontation"/><category term="cool"/><category term="country"/><category term="depression"/><category term="destiny"/><category term="determination"/><category term="dissappoinntment"/><category term="double-minded"/><category term="doubt"/><category term="effort"/><category term="ever after"/><category term="evil"/><category term="fall for you."/><category term="falling in love"/><category term="fate"/><category term="fatilism"/><category term="fear"/><category term="free meter"/><category term="get along"/><category term="getting along"/><category term="gloom"/><category term="great"/><category term="greatness thrust upon them"/><category term="habit"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="hear break"/><category term="heart"/><category term="heartbreak"/><category term="heat"/><category term="hippies"/><category term="hot"/><category term="human"/><category term="hurt"/><category term="insulted"/><category term="let&#39;s fix the problem"/><category term="life"/><category term="literature"/><category term="living"/><category term="love is the solution"/><category term="love people from death"/><category term="loved by God"/><category term="music"/><category term="naked"/><category term="open theism"/><category term="peace"/><category term="personal"/><category term="poems"/><category term="predetermined"/><category term="problem"/><category term="radiance"/><category term="rain"/><category term="reckless"/><category term="reckless heart"/><category term="reconciliation"/><category term="regret"/><category term="restoration"/><category term="right"/><category term="run out of words"/><category term="sadness"/><category term="sigh"/><category term="slow down"/><category term="slower"/><category term="soceity"/><category term="song"/><category term="speechless"/><category term="sunshine"/><category term="take charge"/><category term="take control"/><category term="the country"/><category term="think"/><category term="try"/><category term="trying"/><category term="words"/><category term="wounded"/><category term="wrong"/><title type='text'>Digital Ink Link</title><subtitle type='html'>There is not currently much direction to this blog. Everything here is authored by me, but outside of that parameter, expect to find a very broad unfocused set of posts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520418998029832448/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520418998029832448/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283798725693510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520418998029832448.post-6699037935460993627</id><published>2013-02-10T08:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-10T08:26:13.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t Leave Me Hanging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I think that
it should be a fundamental course of action to be always upfront with someone.
I think that there are countless ways that people fail at this, but one that is
probably very real to most people is in relationships when people are not upfront
with each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Never cut ties without explaining why. It’s so easy to say thirty seconds worth
of words which will easy hours of questioning thoughts. For instance, let’s say
you go out with someone. That someone was OK, but not a person that you want to
spend more time getting to know in a dating setting. The person calls a day or
so latter to try to set up another date and finds you avoid the call and let
the person leave a message. Then, you never get back with that person. Yes, you
did just communicate that you don’t want a second date, but you also
communicate a lot of other things and leave room for imagination to run. The
person now has to figure out why you avoid a conversation, is he or she really
that bad that you don’t even want to say anything? Did you get the message at all?
Maybe you deleted it accidently without seeing who it was from? The person will
probably wonder what he or she did that made you change your mind, and there
will be a lot of room to question.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You maybe have seen both sides of this coin. What is the worst experience you
have ever had with this? Do you do the same thing to other people?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Just be yourself people say. But do they really mean it?
Whenever I’m completely myself, I get the impression that people don’t really
like it. Maybe the honesty scares people or maybe I do. What it comes down to
in the end, is the fact that when people say to just be&amp;nbsp; yourself, what they are really saying is that
you should just be the best version of yourself. The truth is, in my case at
least, that self is actually quite complicated and messy. There are aspects of
self that are good and aspects that are bad. I’m not saying that people should
like and enjoy everything about a person, I’m saying that they should
understand that people are messy creatures, not easily confined or constrained
to a simple set of governing rules and definitions. I’m saying it’s OK to be
messy. It may make people uncomfortable to be messy around them, but who says
that it’s our job to make everyone feel good and comfortable around us.
Sometimes I have sorrow; is it right to hide that sorrow and be a fun me that
everyone likes to be around? Is it OK to bring all of me to the table and be
authentic? I say yes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
In fact, the people that I&amp;nbsp;
most respect are those people who are the most them—not version of self
that people find the most attractive, funny, or happy. When I’m with someone, I
like to be with them—and all that they are—the good, the bad, the ugly, the
whole self. In all honesty, I know when someone is being themselves and when
they are not. When someone is completely uncool, I know that they are being
authentic with me, honest and upfront. So, when I say just be yourself, I
actually mean it. Please be you. There is no one else that you can be, and the
world does not need you to be anyone other than you. The world already has a
lot of fake people. What everyone needs is for you to be you. If people are
uncomfortable with you, frankly that’s their problem and they can deal with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Good advice is only as important is one’s willingness to
take it. I think that everyone has some very good advice to give, even to
themselves, that they never actually take. It’s easy to say something, but much
more difficult to actually do it. Why? I don’t know, probably just human
nature. I can easily tell you exactly what you need to do in order to change
and do things better, but I can’t tell you how to motivate yourself to actually
do that. Heck, I have trouble taking my own advice most of the time. In ways, I
feel like a hypocrite because I am so good ad giving advice and so far away
from being able to take that advice. On the other hand, is knowing what is
right and being unable to always do it worse than knowing what is right but
never saying it never trying to do it? I think not. If I at least think and
try, perhaps some day I will get better than I am no. However, if I never try,
there is no hope at all. At the end of the day, it’s probably better to have
people think you are a hypocrite for wanting to do better, knowing there is
something better to do, but being unable to do it, than to give up before even
trying. That is the way I see it anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
As though you were dying, as though you did not have as many
days as you wanted to do the things you want to, as though every moment was
special and unique and irreplaceable—that is the truth about life. It’s here
and it’s passing by. It’s a thousand moments that we decide how we use. It won’t
wait. Every moment is a now or never opportunity. The time that we waist and
have wasted will never come back. We are running out of time, the clock is ticking.
There is an urgency to life. It can’t wait. We can’t wait to do the things that
we want to. Whatever we want, whatever we expect to get out of life, we must
get it now. Many people wake up on their death-bed with a longing in their
hearts to do something that matters and find that it is too late. The time that
they had, they wasted on things that did not truly matter. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
We need to know what truly matters and we need to remind
ourselves and keep reminding ourselves what matters and to live towards what
matters. Right now, you are dying. Your life is passing away. You are running
out of time. What are you going to do with the time that you have left. Are you
going to build relationships with people, work for fame and fortune, let it
slip bit by bit through your fingers until you have frittered away a lifetime?
Are you exchanging could-have-beens for the safety of comfort and security of
fear-avoidance? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Please don’t wait. Whatever it is that you are hoping for,
go out and find it. Don’t wait for it. Don’t wait for life to happen to you—happen
on life instead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
One of my favorite lines about honesty is from one of my favorite
movies said by the character Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean where Jack
said at the end: “You can always trust a dishonest person to be dishonest,
honestly, it’s the dishonest ones you have to worry about.” There is a lot of
truth to that statement, if someone is willing to be dishonest about anything, you
can trust the fact that he or she will be dishonest about something else at
some point with you. They cannot be trusted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
But what is it to be honest? I think that it is much more
than either speaking the truth or not speaking the truth. It’s more about living
what the truth is. It’s more about knowing what the truth is, about who we are,
about who others are, and being faithful to always communicate in actions,
inactions, words spoken and words held back, the truth. Being honest is not
just keeping a promise, or telling the truth. It’s living that truth at all
times. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Being honest is being willing to be you one-hundred percent.
It’s not hiding behind assumed realities or designed fiction. It’s accepting things
as they are and being unwilling to hide anything that we don’t like about it.
We need to be honest with others, but equally so, we need to be honest with ourselves.
I would go so far as to say that we must be honest with ourselves before we can
be honest with others. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It’s not always easy to be honest. It’s not easy to admit
that we are not good at something. It’s not easy to admit that we have done something
wrong to another person. The truth does not claim to be easy, it claims to be
right. If doing the right thing was easy, everyone would probably be right more
often. But no matter how difficult it is, as Neil Warren said, &quot;truth is always friendlier than anything less than the truth.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Our perspective is vital to us but also easy to get trapped, become trapped in one power of focus and miss out on all the other angles from which to see
things. In a way, we know we do it. We know that we decided to only view things
from one perspective. In a way, it is necessary to maintain a focus to stay
headed in one direction. The cliché about walking in someone else’s shoes or
the phrase “if I were you” get at the idea that we don’t see things the way they
truly are but the way that we want to see them. It’s fine to not consider other
perspectives if the one we have is right, but what if it is wrong? It’s fine to
live most of the time from one perspective, but it should be a decision to live
in that perspective. It’s important to think about the shoes we are in, and the
shoes that others are in. Important to know and understand why we do things
that we do and why people do the things that they do. It will help make a lot
of sense out of things that would otherwise make no sense at all and also help
us to relate to and understand other people.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
So, there is a balance between walking in the shoes that you
are in, and considering what it is like to walk in the shoes of others as well.
We can become hostages to thoughtlessness if we do not consider the thoughts,
lives, and actions of others. But, we can also become distracted and unfocused
in life if we only consider others and what they would do. It’s another one of
life’s balances. It seems that so much of life is learning to maintain a balance of two opposite
things for which the middle between them is the ideal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
It started with a single smile and a look in the eye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There was a question asked in that moment of silence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It brought me to wonder if there was a reason why&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There was a possibility that the heart had spoken&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When the time came for me to ask you for a chance,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I started with a word and got caught up in your eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There was a silence as I fell into a sudden trance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I came to I had introduced myself to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Your name was something lovely and sweet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had it in my head after it was time to sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hoping it would not be long until again we meet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wondering how a glance can steal away a night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s odd that, as a whole, we believe our society is more advanced,
smarter, healthier--simply better than societies have been in the past--when in
reality we are less happy than we were a few years ago on average according to
polls. If we have everything so figured out and together, why don&#39;t we know how
to do something so fundamental as enjoy life? We may have gained a better
understanding of how to increase our life-spans, but are less sure what to do
with those extra years. We know how to watch TV, but not how to watch our
children grow up and enjoy the moments spent with them. We know how to text a
friend but not how to look them in the eyes and understand their heart. We know
how to get happy but not how to be joyful. We know there is a problem but not
how to fix it. We know more but understand less.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;&quot;&gt;I’ve eaten lunches with people who are so busy on their phone or
computer or tablet to ask me my name. Sure, they may work next to me, they may
know that it, but they don’t know to reach out to a human being. They don’t know
how to make eye-contact. It’s completely contradictory that we humans are
afraid of what it is to be a human and unwilling to learn. Even though they
know that to be human is to be real and that to be anything other than that is
to not be at all—aside from being a fake. We are so attached to things and the acquisition
of things that we have lost sight of who we are and what we are made to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Habits, make a habit of making good habits seems to be the
center of the true heart concerning how to be successful. I’ve read several
books on how to be successful, how to be good at such and such a skill, and it
all seems to come down to having the strength to form good habits. It’s not so
much as&amp;nbsp; making good choices as it is
fixing our minds to no longer think in ways that are not good. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In a way, it’s not really a surprise that I’ve begun to
reach this conclusion. It is no real secret, only now revealed. In the Bible,
there is a lot said about renewing your mind. Think about certain things, not
others. But the one thing that is still difficult to do, and is not yet will understood,
is now to actually be successful in developing new habits. I find that it is
the most difficult thing to form a new habit. My whole mind is used to thinking
one way and geared to continue doing that. It has a momentum to it a direction
of motion that it wishes to continue on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I’m referring to my
brain as a separate thing than myself now because in reality that is what is
actually occurring. Our brains develop a wiring system as we think one way for
a while, that become automatic after a while. &amp;nbsp;It’s like when you are driving down the road,
and decided that you will now be going the other direction. That is a decision that
you can make, but the car and everything around you is still moving in the
other direction. It will take time and effort to stop the car and change
directions and momentum. If we t think about ourselves in this way, it helps to
realize why it takes time to change a habit. It’s not going to be easy. It will
never get any easier either. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In this way, we are trapped by our brains. We know what we
want to do. We can make decisions, but our decisions will always require effort
to bring to fruition. We can’t park the car and walk wherever we want. We are
bound to drive this way forever. But knowing this about the way things work is
helpful. If we know what to expect, then every time we make a decision, we know
what to expect. We are not surprise by who we are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;&quot;&gt;Samuel Johnson once said, “The fact that
there is such a thing as twilight does not mean that we cannot distinguish between
day and night.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We are so accustomed
to shades of gray that we become blinded to the obvious contrast between black
and white. Truthfully though, although there may be shades of gray, there are also
many things that are plane to see as right or wrong. While it may be wrong to
assume everything is simply right or wrong and that there is an easily assigned
ruling of right and wrong for all actions, it is equally wrong to assume that
there is no such thing as right and wrong at all. It is no easy task to judge
between right and wrong. We must be wise and discerning not to lightly consider
things of moral nature—not assume that any standard imposed on us from any
source is to be trusted of the merit of its spoken voice but by testing and
weighing. We must not faint from the task of thought and the council of reason
and heart in matters of right and wrong, we must not surrender under the burden
of discussion and debate. We must acknowledge the challenge and pour ourselves
out on the balances until a verdict is reached. We must never conceded the war
to avoid the demands of battles. We must fight to know and understand what is
right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This nation, The United States, has had some
great leaders in character and strength over its history. We have been privileged by
true men and women willing to step into the ring and fight for greatness, not
for their selfish ambition or ego, but for the whole, for you and me. Theodore
Roosevelt is one president who’s charisma and character are the backbone of for great example in a lot of ways. He was an imperfect man, but he is remembered still
as a true leader.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;He once famously said the following in a speech
in Paris, France:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;It is not the critic who counts: not the
man who points out how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;the strong man
stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs
to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat
and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again,
because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the
great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause;
who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who,
at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his
place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory
nor defeat.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;For me this quote strikes a nerve in me, it’s
a welcome spur in the side to stand up from among the crowd and fight and try
and dream and hope and be more than what the critics say and believe and try to
keep me as. It’s also a reminder that far too much energy is spent&amp;nbsp; fretting over vacant criticisms from those
who’s words have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;traveled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;beyond their right to speak because they are not
my peers, not my equals because to be my equal means that they would be tasting
the same dirt that I am, bleed from their own veins like I do, and if they
truly understood me and my endeavors as I do, they would not have dared raise a
criticism against me. The truth about the critics is that they are afraid to
try, and seeing someone with the courage to risk where they cannot is a
reminder that they are weak—and they do not like the truth. And last, the quote
reminds me that it is better to try and fail than to accept defeat without
trying, to live each day afraid to try. To step up to the plate and not ever
swing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Long after the man has passed away, his legacy of courage is still an inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Recently I was listening to an&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;audio-book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;“ daring greatly” and one quote by Pemma Choron that stuck out to me above the
other many great points that she made. The quote was simply and eloquently
spoken as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;“Compassion is not a relationship
between the healer and the wounded. It&#39;s a relationship between equals. Only
when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of
others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;The essence of what he is saying is the
simple truth that in order to experience true compassion for someone—what people
desperately need—we must be willing to abandon our aloof disinterest and bare
our own wounds as a human, to reveal our own weaknesses and vulnerabilities to
them, and that the prerequisite to healing someone with our own compassion is
to reveal that we are as wounded and broken as the person that we are seeking
to console. The quote struck me because it answered the question I&#39;ve been asking, “why is
compassion so rare, why are people so afraid to be human?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;You see, for a long time now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;been
walking around and feeling a social disconnect with people. At times&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;wondered if it is something about me, if there is something wrong with me that
drives complete strangers from engaging me as a human, but the truth is that we
are all afraid, afraid to bare out wounds with people, show up as a real person
with all the real problems that face all people. Somewhere along the way, we as
a society have bought into the idea that we are weak and ruined if we admit
that we have weaknesses. But the truth is that having a weakness, to fall down
and make mistakes does not reflect anything beyond that. The truth is that it
takes extreme courage to show up as yourself—all of yourself not just the side
that you think people are OK seeing. The truth is that it takes great strength
to admit weakness. This strength is what is missing. I believe we are a people
that has forgotten what it means to be human and have put up a front, a façade that
we are strong. But in pretending to be strong, we are no longer being the strength
that we all wholly need and want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;So far, 2013
has been the best year ever. I know it’s early to be saying so, but that is the way that my year has been. What has been making this
year so great? It’s not been a something as much as a someone. But the real
surprise is not that it’s a someone, but who it is. It’s been God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;been
placing prayers and thoughts in my mind and heart. Praying and thinking about
God. Not in an intellectual way as I have generally done in the past but in a
heart way. Simply sitting down and taking the time to talk to God. To read His
Word. To&amp;nbsp; meditate on the meaning of
verses. Listening &amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp; music with the conscience thought of singing
it to God, not just to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;When we draw
close to God, he will draw close to us. That is what I have been doing, and
that is what I have been doing. Nothing else. If there is anything or anyone
keeping you from God—Father—something has got to be done. You are not living until
you are living in the mental and spiritual presence of God. I have experienced
a great many things, many of them great, but there is nothing even somewhat
close to what it is like to be close to God. You, everyone really, has the
chance to reach out to the Creator and find His&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;hand there waiting for you to
take yours the whole time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What is keeping you from doing the only thing that really matters. Does it make
sense to continue to do the same thing that will not ever yield any better
results. If you&amp;nbsp; have tried doing things
your way, maybe give God a chance to do things his way. You will be amazed at
what a difference it can make.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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I agree that if we took all the guns from everyone, we would
have fewer deaths by guns obviously, whether or not that would cause other
crimes to rise or not is highly debated. Honestly though, I don’t think the
real problem is guns at all. I am a big supporter of taking responsibility for actions as individuals, as a nation, as a whole--always.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
We are aiming our anger at an easy target, the
gun, when the gun is just an object that needs to be empowered by a human hand.
It is not fair or honest to point fingers at guns when it was a human finger and will that ultimately is pulling the trigger on that gun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
You see, guns have been around for a long time and we have
not had the problems that we have today. My father tells of when he was a
kid, it was perfectly normal for kids to drive to school with full gun-racks
in their trucks. No one thought the wiser about it because no one was massacring
anyone. Now, something has changed to where having guns at school is a
terrifying thought. What changed? We have changed, the guns are the same as they always were.
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
And here is my point. People are the problem. I think that
the most terrifying thing about school shootings is that it reflects just how
dangerous we are. In the most recent shooting where innocent first grader
children were executed, we see an evil that we have not seen so clearly in a
number of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
years—at least not so close—and the reminder of what humans are
capable of is terrifying. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
But, taking away guns won’t fix the people. We as a nation
have become a people of violence. I don’t wish to live as a member of a society
that wishes to kill one another but cannot, but to live in a society that
wishes to do good for each other--one that where I do not need to be protected from each
other. That will not occur unless we are honest and focus on the things that
are at the root of the violence. We need to take action to raise kids up with
care and nurturing them to where they would never consider doing the things that they
are capable of doing. We need to fix the people. We need self-control, not gun control.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Knowledge is powerless without the power to take action on
it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Once there was a famous worrier. He was a great archer, and
his natural gift had brought him riches and much acclaim across all the lands.
Rumor was that he could strike down a goat from a thousand paces. There was
nothing that he had ever hunted that he did not eventually prevail over. His
skill was one of rumor and renown. One day, he was hunting a very elusive prey
in the mountains, but could never get closer than fifteen hundred passes from
the creature before it would see him and escape, knowing that he could not
shoot an arrow that far. Extremely disheartened that there was a limit to his
skill, he got the idea of making a stronger bow that could shoot an arrow that
far. He took a large sum of his money to a local bronze-smith and told him to
make him a perfect bow from bronze that could fire as far as two-thousand paces.
After weeks of hard work the smith had the bow ready and a glimmering spectacle
of skill and labor on the part of the smith. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The great archer came and at once took the bow to the
mountain to claim the victory over the creature he so wished to defeat. From
nearly sixteen hundred paces, he saw the creature standing in plain view.
Thinking to himself that he had at last won, he placed an arrow on the
bow-string and began to draw back the bow. But as he went to try, he was faced
by the unwelcome fact that he was not strong enough to draw the bow. He was
angry and shouted in frustration as he tried over and over to draw back the
bow. The creature took notice of him and approached him rather daringly. “You
knew what it would take to defeat me, but you did not have the strength to of
mind to succeed.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The moral of the story is that knowing what to do, having knowledge,
is only one side of the coin. The other is having the discipline—strength of
mind—to take action and to keep taking action to complete what should be done. The
archer could have gone about strengthening his arm so he could have drawn the
bow. He should have worked hard and practiced and prepared. But, he trusted his
natural skill and was not willing to put in the effort to discipline himself to
the point of drawing the bow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It takes discipline to and knowledge. Knowledge without
discipline is not power.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
We are ultimately in charge of our lives, even in the decision
to believe we are not in charge. We always have the choice. There is always a
choice, and we are always the one who has to make that choice. It is a scary
thing sometimes to have that much say over our lives. It’s easy to try run away
from that truth, yet impossible to actually get away. Trying to get away from
being in charge is somewhat like in the movies when someone is trying to run
away from a villain who can materialize anywhere he wants to. Every time the
protagonist opens a door or turns to get away, he finds himself looking straight
into the face of the one he is fleeing from. It is the same way with our
responsibility, from our in-charge-ness. Even if we give it up to someone else,
we always have the ability to change our mind, as long as we have our minds, we
are in charge and have decisions. As long as there is a decision, you are in
charge. &lt;br /&gt;
Trying to run will never relieve the stress of being in charge. You were born a
leader, a leader of your life. So lead. Lead in whatever direction is right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s easy to
get swept up in moments particularly heavy with emotion and believe that it is
love—to confuse attraction with love. Most people have ideas like, “love at
first sight,” and “happily ever after.” The sad thing is, that those are all
just fictitious fairy tales. There is no such thing as love at first sight or
any of that other hoopla that is so famously fantasized about.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Those feelings are important and should probably be found in any healthy
relationship—if it were missing I would be concerned. But that is not to say
that every single moment should be filled with those feelings. Love is much
more a commitment to do what is right for someone regardless of whether you feel
loved by them. Love is really&amp;nbsp; setting
one’s own feelings aside and seeking to make the other person feel loved. It’s
true that love is confrontational at times too, but that is not its general
purpose. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In any
relationship, someone has to do the dishes and clean the toilet. You will
probably not feel that love at first sight feeling in the pit of your stomach when
you are scrubbing a toilet, but the fact of the matter is that those type of
things are just as important in a relationship as anything else is. Sometimes
you say you love someone to let them know that you do. Often , though, the way you tell someone
that you love them is the small and consistent things that you do for them on a
daily basses.Things that don&#39;t seem like much, but leave the dirty dishes in the sink for a week and see how that goes over.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In a way, it
is exciting news to know that love is more than just a&amp;nbsp; spontaneous feeling. Love is much more than
that. It’s much stronger than some random feeling you get for someone and don’t
understand why. It is a commitment that transcends the feelings and is fixed in the mind as well as the heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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There is a lot of talk about the heart. We talk about broken hearts. Stolen hearts. Hearts on fire for someone. The&amp;nbsp;villain&amp;nbsp;in Spiderman advises the other side of his personality to &quot;attack the heart.&quot; We talk about giving our heart away to someone. The heart is really important yet it seems that most people don&#39;t really understand the heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s well-intended&amp;nbsp;and frequently given advise to listen to our heart, but that is terrible advice. We should listen to our heart, like we listen to the Devil--with caution knowing that it is probably a partial truth. Our heart is by nature a problem we need to fix through ingraining the thoughts and wisdom of God into it. We must teach ourselves by God&#39;s Word what is right and then do that. Whoever told you to listen to your heart was either &amp;nbsp;very misinformed, trying to hurt you, or had a good heart and didn&#39;t realize that most other people do not have good hearts from the start. We need to work and train our hearts. Kind David prayed for help in fixing his heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
You could say that ever since Adam sinned, the problem of being human has been fixing our hearts that have been given up to darkness. So, whatever you do, don&#39;t trust your heart. Trust God. Ask God to help you. Put God&#39;s Word into your heart and push out the darkness. Then and only then can you trust your heart. It&#39;s always better to trust God. In all things trust God.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was thinking about the choices we have. We have the choice to do what is right or what is wrong, but we don&#39;t have the right to do what is right or what is wrong--only the right to do what is right. There are laws that we choose to either break or keep, but we don&#39;t have the right to break them--not really. We have the choice to steal from people but not the right. We have the choice to be rude to people or polite--but we don&#39;t have the right to be rude. A lot of the times I think we get choices confused with rights. It&#39;s probably an American pride thing. Or maybe a human pride thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The same thing is true with God. We have the choice to obey God or the choice to sin. But, we don&#39;t have the right to sin. We and all of creation rightfully belong to God, who created it all for us--for Him. We don&#39;t have the right to sin, only the choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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In a way, it sounds like we have lost something, like we are not fully free. Not sure why we would want to sin anyway when it comes down to it. But even if we have lost something, we have also gained so much more.&lt;br /&gt;
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If we really think about it, we have the distinct honor of mattering before God. God made us and cares about us. We may not have the right to sin, but we have the right to God&#39;s love, mercy, forgiveness, and all the other blessings that come with the territory of belonging to God. We may not have the right to do whatever we want, but that means that we have the privilege of doing things that God wants.&lt;br /&gt;
Why do we want to do what we want to do instead of what God wants us to do, which happens to also be the right thing? I don&#39;t know. But I do know that I don&#39;t mind it all that much. I matter to God. You do too.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/feeds/8851960007245320174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/2012/12/choice-not-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520418998029832448/posts/default/8851960007245320174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520418998029832448/posts/default/8851960007245320174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/2012/12/choice-not-right.html' title='We Have Choices, Not a Right'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283798725693510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520418998029832448.post-7671177418919143107</id><published>2012-12-23T15:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-01-08T20:13:53.479-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="country"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Country music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ever after"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="song"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the country"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="true love"/><title type='text'>Country Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Carheart coats and baseball caps&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Old pickup trucks and ammo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Late nights, old rusty coon-traps&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cricket songs and front-porch bands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday services dressed in cammo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Big bear-hugs, and callused working hands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cowboy boots and Copenhagen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wrangler pants and a country swagger&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bumper stickers that are still votin’ Reagan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Deep tracks left from Bud’s mud-tires&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Where a fancy drink is an ice-cold lager&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dirt roads with friends and bonfires&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bailing hay in boots and overalls&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Where a good date is barn-dancing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Up at the crack of dawn, deer-calls&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Living and dying for freedom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Respect is important as romancing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Looking forward to Christ’s Kingdom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/feeds/7671177418919143107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/2012/12/country-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520418998029832448/posts/default/7671177418919143107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520418998029832448/posts/default/7671177418919143107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/2012/12/country-song.html' title='Country Song'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283798725693510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520418998029832448.post-4411412010338957523</id><published>2012-12-23T15:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2013-01-08T20:23:33.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life We Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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This life we have,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s our fields of wheat, corn, and clover&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A Song of love that hasn’t grown colder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A song about us that’s never, never over&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The knowledge that you can cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;
Miles and miles of clear blue skies&lt;br /&gt;
The simple song of love in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1880420385&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1880420386&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s not much, but I can’t think of anything I need more&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s a simple life, built by the hearts of two&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s the holding the one that I would fight and bleed for&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s believing in a love that remains true&lt;br /&gt;
It’s my favorite tune on grandpa’s fiddle&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s so much love for a child that’s so little&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just me and you and the little life we dreamed of&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Country sunsets, full-moons, and the smell of spring rain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Knowing the world’s better with us teamed-up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s feeling the weight of the world’s strain&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing your wide smile at the end of a long day&lt;/div&gt;
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And never running out of words to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You may like these&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/2012/05/goes-without-saying.html&quot;&gt;Goes Without Saying&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/2012/08/time-is-in-way.html&quot;&gt;Time is in the Way&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;if you liked this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/feeds/4411412010338957523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-life-we-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520418998029832448/posts/default/4411412010338957523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520418998029832448/posts/default/4411412010338957523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-ink-link.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-life-we-have.html' title='The Life We Have'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283798725693510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520418998029832448.post-3460010904529305548</id><published>2012-12-21T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-12-21T21:49:57.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Master of My Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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What we’re told to do, that is what we spend most of our
time doing. It is a crippling thing that robs us of the freedom that we
generally as humans thirst after. Anarchy would be one way to literally fight
against the system, but is really not any better than the problem it aims to
destroy. I have been thinking what can be done to fight back against a system
that is constantly telling us what to do. One thing has occurred to me, to but
alone respond to circumstances is to make circumstances your master—to have the
course of your life dictated by the daily chances that are thrown your way. I
do recognize that managing chaos will always be a part of life, but it should never
be the sole focus of life. There is a time to let things take their place, but
there is also a time to fight back. It’s tempting to set a rule, such as twenty
percent of time should be spent dealing with circumstances and the other eighty
percent on intentional goals, but there is no cut-and-dry set-in-stone formula
to rely on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If we are faced with a forced decision by circumstances,
there is still a choice. We do not have to choose the one that people would like
or that we would like. There is freedom in the decision then. We always have a
choice. &lt;br /&gt;
Another way we have a choice is to go beyond what the circumstances require us
to do. From so many places we learn to do what is expected, no more and no
less. But when we decide to do more than what is asked or required, we are
choosing our own destiny.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is always room for freedom even within the smallest
box that anyone can ever put us in. We always have choices. We are impossibly
free. Freedom is really the only thing which we can’t escape from. At best, we
can give up our freedom to another, but that still requires a choice and a decision,
and a the very same every day after. Freedom is never as far away from you as
your will to choose is. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Having the courage to have a will that is a different matter
entirely…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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“It’s not personal.” That is what people always say when
they are about to do something that hurts you in order to benefit themselves.
“It’s not personal,” they says as they treat you unfairly as though you are not
as valuable as they are. Truth be told, that is actually kind of personal. It’s
as though they are saying that you are not as valuable as they are, that they
are justified in being selfish because they are worth it and you are not. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For a long time, I had this idea that I should never take
anything personal. I have the type of personality where I can shrug off an
insult with relative ease. I can take a slap to the face and walk away with a
smile. But, I’ve taken a closer look at that way of thinking—is that really the
right response? When people wrong us, isn’t it the natural response to be
offended. Is that really wrong. Is it wrong to feel wronged when we have been
wronged? When I word the question that way, it sounds obvious. Why would it be
wrong to feel wronged when we have been wronged. If we slam our fingers in the
door, we feel pain, why is this any different? The simple answer is, it’s not. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When we don’t allow ourselves to take things personal, we
step away from one aspect of what it means to be human. We accept attacks and
don’t allow ourselves the instinctive reflex that is meant to protect us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me explain what I mean by that. When we deny ourselves
the courtesy of taking things personal, we are not dealing with the wound. When
someone hurts us, we are hurt. Ignoring the hurt won’t heal the wound. We need
to face the pain—take it personally. When we accept the fact that we have been
wronged and take it personally, we are acknowledging the fact that we are
human, that we have the ability to feel and be hurt. We realize that we are
hurt and that matters because we matter. It’s showing ourselves respect. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Although that is the main point that I was trying to make, I
should mention that we don’t have the right to hold grudges and become bitter.
We need to acknowledge the wound, and then forgive those who inflicted it or
else the wound will never heal but grow worse and worse, perhaps even becoming
infected and spreading. So, feel pain, and then forgive. Take things
personally, but then forgive the person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
When Adam and Eve heard God in the Garden, they hid
themselves. Whatever happened when they sinned, the realization that they were
naked before God set in. There has got to be a deeper meaning than they
realized that they had privates. Something about them changed to where they
were no longer able to stand before God. They needed something to cover
themselves up. They were no longer whole to stand before the God who is
completely whole in every way. They had been separated from God. It’s really
big&amp;nbsp; news that sin separated them from
God. Later on in scripture that truth is reavealed along with God’s plan to
reconcile us to Him once more. And inevitably that is what happens. And as
great and amazing as that is to think about. The fact of the matter is we (most
of us realize that Jesus has brought us back) don’t actually live like we have
been bought back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I was laying here trying to go to sleep, mind drifting from
topic to topic as usual. Then the thought challenge occurred to me: imagine you
without everything, just you. In a way, imagine the completely naked you. Just
the who you are deep down. What&amp;nbsp; does
that person look like? Who is that person? Then the realization hit me. We are
still trying to cover up our nakedness from God. We are trying to conceal our
flaws, faults, and failures. It’s different for different people. Some have big
homes, others prestigious jobs. Some it may be family. But at the end of it
all, we are truly naked before God. We can’t hide from God. He sees us. He sees
us in ways that we fail to see ourselves. He sees the deepest corners of our
hearts that we have hidden from ourselves and from others. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Imagine with me a cute little girl. Young and precious like
children are. Her dad gives her a tall glass of milk and some of her favorite cookies.
Sitting down at the kitchen table together, they share the time in mutual love—unspoken,
but true and strong. Suddenly, the little girl spills the milk. Instantly her
little hands go up to cover her face in an attempt to hide from her mistake. Of
course, the good father who poured her the milk is not angry. He know that his
daughter will spill the milk from time to time. Yet, the little girl still
hides her face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
We may be adults, but we are still children to God. We are
still tender young children. But, we don’t see ourselves that way near enough.
We see ourselves as clumsy kids who stumble into sin and error, stupid kids. And
we try to hide from ourselves, or rather hide ourselves from God. But we can’t
hide from God. Worst of all, there is no reason to hide from God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
After the little girl spills the milk, the good father
scoops her up in his arms and tickles her. He does not go out of the way to
punish her, but reinforces the fact that he loves her even though she spilled
the milk. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
We can hide in so many ways, but we can’t hide from the
truth that God sees. God sees children whom he holds dear and precious to Him.
If you have any reservations in accepting this, try thinking of God as your
father—a perfectly loving father who is literally love. A father who loves you,
the you that is often hidden.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
We seem to constantly underestimate ourselves in every way.
When was the last time that you thought you could do something, that when you
started to work on it with all you had, you were unable to accomplish it? Most
every time I have ever tried to accomplish something, I have discovered that I
am able to be successful at it. I suspect the very same thing is true for&amp;nbsp; everyone. When we were younger, our parents,
if they are good parents, tell us we can do anything that we want to if we work
at it—and we believe them. Somewhere along the way, though, we quit believing that
we are enough, that we have what it takes to accomplish the challenges that we
face. We start to buy into the lie that we are weak and unable no matter how
hard we try. &lt;br /&gt;
There are some things that we can’t do. But most of the things that we think
are impossible, are really quite possible if we are willing to put in the
effort and&amp;nbsp; not allow ourselves to become
bullied around by circumstances. There is a lot of talk about having a high
self-worth, but it would really be better to have an accurate understanding of
true-worth. Rather than try to convince ourselves that we are really valuable,
which seems to say that we are not valuable, but it is important for us to
think that we are so we need to convince ourselves that it is true, why don’t
we figure out what our true-worth is—that we have what it takes if we work
hard. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Everyone can become truly great or become truly pitiful. The
difference is in large part realizing what greatness is and being willing to
take the steps to reach it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Do you ever grow tired of underestimating yourself? I know I
do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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