The Essence of Time

For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
~Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Time is the most valuable thing on can spend.
~ Theophratus

Lost time is never found again.
~ Benjamin Franklin

Time hasn't stopped for any troubles, heartaches, or any other malfunctions of this world, so please don't tell me it will stop for you.
~ C. S. Lewis

Time is the most precious commodity we have, the one that no matter what, we can never regain. Do you value your time as the precious gift it is, or do you allow others to steal time from you?

Make each moment count~ 'live, laugh, love and learn... often!'

To My Parachute Packers

Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions,his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent six years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience.

One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, "You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters inVietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!""How in the world did you know that?" asked Plumb."I packed your parachute," the man replied.

Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude.The man pumped his hand and said, "I guess it worked!"Plumb assured him, "It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't behere today."Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man.

Plumb says, "I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat, a bib in the back, and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor.

"Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.

Now, Plumb asks his audience, "Who's packing your parachute?"

Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day.

He also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory - he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.

As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who pack your parachutes.



~~I'm getting as bad as Connie about pulling parts of e-mails... I recieved this one a while back, but I saved it, because there are days when I feel alone... then I remember all of my wonderful parachute packers... I couldn't make it without ya'll!

BITCHOLOGY

When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.
When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.
When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.
Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart.
It means I live my life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.
When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch.
The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.
It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be.
I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!
So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.
You won't succeed.
And if that makes me a bitch , so be it.
I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.

B - Babe
I - In
T - Total
C - Control of
H - Herself

B = Beautiful
I = Intelligent
T = Talented
C = Charming
H = Hell of a Woman


B = Beautiful
I = Individual
T = That
C = Can
H = Handle anything


A friend sent me this in an email.. of course I found it to good (and true) not to send it on to several more friends. Isn't it funny how when you stop and look at when a word such as this is used the feeling (or insecurities) behind the one saying it far outweigh the derrogatory meaning they intend to convey?

Okay.... here it is... yet another place for me to ramble... do you think I have that much to say in a day?

In the blog class I took recently the instructor said that if you really are to have a blog you should post at least once once a week... if not daily.... I know there are plenty of times I just forget to post... or know I need to post and don't have time....

So now I have a total of 5 blogs to keep up with... does that make me addicted to blogs? a blog-a-holic?

Who knows... I'll just natter on...