I am grateful for something my parents instilled in me
from the time I was a little boy…
how the less things in life I need to be content…
the easier it is to find my joy.
I am grateful for something my parents instilled in me
from the time I was a little boy…
how the less things in life I need to be content…
the easier it is to find my joy.
How blessed would we all be if at least one time every day
we would stop…and with a dash of innocent flair
remember a time when we were children…
and found joy and wonder everywhere.
If you want to discover pure joy and innocence…
far removed from fortune and fame
sit in the stands and pay attention at a child’s baseball game.
You’ll watch little ones strike out on three pitches…
but leave the batter’s box without a pout…
smiling and waving to their family…finding joy in striking out.
You’ll watch those same little ones get a hit
and with an identical smiles on their faces
enthusiastically wave to their families
as they run around the bases.
They play the field the same way…
without a second thought
smiling as the ball is hit in their direction…
whether they catch that ball…or not!
You’ll see children playing with the same joy when they do well…
or when it’s an error that they make.
They play with the same joy when they are perfect…
as they do when they make a mistake.
It makes one wonder if that innocent joy they feel
is imbedded in their young chromosomes…
allowing them to smile whey they strike out…
or when they’re rounding third and heading home.
Yes…sit in the stands at a child’s baseball game
and you will suddenly become aware…
their joy is not in how they do…their joy is in being there.
And you’ll realize joy doesn’t need to be tied
to fortune or to fame…
and it will you make you want to treat your life…
like a child’s baseball game.
I am grateful for all those times I have listened to my heart.
Grateful for all the times my heart has awakened me…
and grateful for all the wonderful places in this life
my heart has taken me.
May we be blessed those times we’re lost…
confused…dealing with sorrow, struggles and strife…
to allow our hearts to be our compass
that guides us through such moments in our life.
Whenever I have a decision to make I listen for some cueing
from all the voices in my head…
happy to advise me on what I should be doing.
Oftentimes at the moment when inspiration I am seeking
“It is much too dangerous!” Is the voice I hear first
(Experience is speaking).
My heart is next…always waiting in the wings behind me…
“But there is a little danger in all adventures”
He hastens to remind me.
Pride is usually the next to speak…hoping a level head will prevail.
He is always quick to ask…“What happens if you fail.”
Again my heart is prepared to answer…
Ready with words of guidance when I’m in need…
“Yes.” He whispers in my ear.
“But what happens if you succeed.”
Reason then throws in his two cents…
“Why not play it safe.” He cries…
To which my heart responds…
“You’ll never know…until you try.”
After listening to all the voices…
a diverse and vehement array…
and analyzing very carefully
Every word they say…
I thank them for their counsel…
for in my decision they playing an important part
Then I smile and usually decide
to follow the voice inside my heart.
I may not always make the wisest decision…
but in the life I’m trying to create…
I am often very happy
when my heart wins the debate.
I am grateful for my lips
and grateful for my arms too
and I hope they will alway do…
what they were created and meant to do.
Our lips are meant for speaking words of love and kindness
and meant for kissing too….
Our arms are meant for welcoming others
for hugging when someone is happy
and hugging when someone is blue.