Yadadarcyyada: 10 Ways To Be Grateful Even On Bad Days

Great words of wisdom from yadadarcyyada aka Donna Parker…Thank you 🙂

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1grateful1Life is full of good things and bad things.

Sometimes good things go bad.

Sometimes bad things go good.

Sometimes a bit of both.

The good stuff doesn’t always make the bad stuff easier to take, but the bad stuff doesn’t always ruin the good stuff either.

We should try to be grateful for the good stuff, especially when there’s bad stuff.

We Could Be Grateful For:

1. Family and friends. The memory of family and friends. The possibility of family and friends.

2. Knowledge, free will, and finding respectful ways to agree to disagree.

3. Enjoying what you have, instead of always thinking about what you want.

4. Remembering both the good times and the bad – and not living in either.

5. Enjoying the everyday things. Life isn’t about the big moments.

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6. Finding happiness, peace, or contentment, especially by making others happy, peace-filled, or contented.

7. Life…

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Just Olga: My meeting with The Scary Guy. Part 3 (and last so far!)

This is part three of three in the series about The Scary Guy by Olga Nunez Minet.  Please refer to the link below ↓

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Source: My meeting with The Scary Guy. Part 3 (and last so far!)

Christmas: A Reflection

Patrick Jones, author of The Wolf's Moon Book 1 The Linden Chronicles and Family

Christmas’s are a time to rejoice.

The last several Christmas’s I saw a great deal to lament.

Chuck, a friend who I valued as a brother, went to God’s keeping a cold Christmas morning.

The following year, Bill was assigned to help guard the streets of Heaven with his newest commanding officer – Saint Michael.

This year, my younger brother went to coach all the children who left us but for their shining smiles.  In Heaven, you never lose a soccer game.  If need be, Tim will change the rules.  He never was a man to disappoint a child.

As for me, many things turned my head from the dark to see light of the Christmas season.

My wife is always excited about Christmas.  She passed that excitement on to our son and daughter, and on to our four wonderful grandsons as well as our one and only beautiful grand-daughter.

The light of Christmas does not just radiate from the eyes of children waiting for Santa.

No, that light emanates from all people who wish to project the love to another person.

One day, what now seems a hundred years ago and only like yesterday, my son asked if I ever had a hero growing up.  Sadly, I never did.

Now I can honestly say, I have a great many hero’s.  They are called my family.