Friday, June 29, 2012

The Station



THE STATION 
by Robert J. Hastings

Tucked away in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision in which we see ourselves on a long journey that spans an entire continent. We’re traveling by train and, from the windows, we drink in the passing scenes of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at crossings, of cattle grazing in distant pastures, of smoke pouring from power plants, of row upon row upon row of cotton and corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of city skylines and village halls.

But uppermost in our conscious minds is our final destination–for at a certain hour and on a given day, our train will finally pull into the Station with bells ringing, flags waving, and bands playing. And once that day comes, so many wonderful dreams will come true. So restlessly, we pace the aisles and count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, waiting, waiting for the Station.

“Yes, when we reach the Station, that will be it!” we promise ourselves. “When we’re eighteen. . . win that promotion. . . put the last kid through college. . . buy that 450SL Mercedes-Benz. . . have a nest egg for retirement!” From that day on we will all live happily ever after.

Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no Station in this life, no one earthly place to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy. The Station is an illusion–it constantly outdistances us. Yesterday’s a memory, tomorrow’s a dream. Yesterday belongs to a history, tomorrow belongs to God. Yesterday’s a fading sunset, tomorrow’s a faint sunrise. Only today is there light enough to love and live.

So, gently close the door on yesterday and throw the key away. It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad, but rather regret over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today.


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I've been engaging in a new "practice" the past couple of months that goes along nicely with the above mindset. Stay tuned for an upcoming post in which I plan to share more with you on my newfound joy. There will also be a complementary giveaway. Have a nice Friday!


Thursday, June 7, 2012

It's the Little Things, Part II

Sweetness
(Miss Francine Mae Turner, 2 mos.)
Friendship
(with Reba at Vulcan Park)
Baseball 'n BBQ
(at the SEC Baseball Tournament with Bradley)

Feathered Food Theifs
Pool Time with Ro

Helping Hands
(Lakeshore's Tri-It-Your-Way Triathlon)

Foxie Knoxie
(My new niece, the blue tick coonhound)
Thoughtfulness
(and one of the many ways to a woman's heart)

Nomadic Existence
(Move #10 in Birmingham)
Home
(for now)
2-Year-Old Birthday Party
(Hank, Ro & Kat)
Super Pilgrim
(Why Dad doesn't let Momma Sissy have unlimited time with Ro)


Best Birthday Present Ever 
(Why Mom doesn't let Momma Sissy have unlimited time with Ro)

"Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things." 
~Robert Brault

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