“What are you grateful for right now? Gratitude can shift your energy, raise your vibration, and make all your next moments even better.” – Joe Vitale
“In the midst of movement and chaos,
keep stillness inside of you.” — Deepak Chopra
If you would permit me, may I quote?
“…And for the support of this Declaration with a firm reliance on the Protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred honor.”
Those words were not rhetoric for a speech for the signers of the Declaration of Independence. Of those 56 men who signed it, five were captured by the British and tortured before they died; twelve had their homes sacked, looted, and occupied by the enemy.
For example, Thomas Nelson Jr. at the Battle of Yorktown had his home taken over by the British General Cornwallis. Nelson quietly urged General Washington to open fire on the home anyway. It was destroyed. Nelson died a pauper.
Nine of the signers died in that war, and two lost their sons to it.
Carter Braxton, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas. He died in rags.
Thomas KcKeen was forced to move his family five times in five months to hide from his enemies. While his family hid from the British in abject poverty, McKeen served in Congress without pay – oh, for men like that today!
Francis Lewis’ home and possessions were seized, and his wife imprisoned where she died a short time later.
And perhaps the most touching story of all is of the signer John Hart, who was driven from his wife’s bedside as she lay dying. Their thirteen children had to flee for their lives as well. For over a year Hart lived in caves and in the forest. After the surrender, he returned to find his wife dead, his children gone – thirteen children, and every one of them vanished! John Hart died a few weeks later of a broken heart.” (Lund, The Freedom Factor, Deseret Book, 1987, p. 101)
And there were more – more stories of sacrifice and pain than I have time to tell.
I believe, my dear friends, that if the opportunity was given to us to face each of them and ask them if the price they paid was worth it, I believe there would be a unanimous and a resounding “Yes.”
It has been said that the single most important word in the English language is “Remember.” Oh, may God grant that every citizen in America will never forget the price that has been paid for our freedom.
From the notes and research of Glenn Rawson – July 1998
“Every choice you make has a consequence, every one. It’s mathematic. It cannot fail; it never fails.” — John Bytheway
Everyone is a 3 part being – they have a spirit (lives forever), a soul (mind, will, emotions, & intellect), & they live in a physical body.
All you need is passion. If you have a passion for something, you’ll create the talent.
You know it was more than 30 years ago that I saw something I have never forgotten. I’d signed on to cowboy for an outfit that was running cattle out on the Arco Desert in Idaho. Our job was to round those cattle up and bring them into the home ranch for the winter.
I remember that that first morning we busted out of camp somewhere around 3:00 in the morning. We had a long day ahead of us, and we needed an early start. After eating a meager breakfast if we ate anything at all, we saddled up in the dark and rode out in different directions.
There was a brisk autumn chill in the air. The sky was clear, and the stars were brilliant. I was all alone in the dark in strange country on horseback. I rode out some distance when I saw a hill. And thinking that that would be a high enough ground from which to spot cows when there was enough light, I made for it. Once on top, I reined up, and I looked around. As I turned in my saddle toward the east, I saw it. The first faintest light of the coming dawn backlit the Teton Mountain Range.
I sat there, and I stared in awe at those jagged peaks of the three Tetons, jutting up like sentinels over a vast desert domain. They seemed so vivid and so close, yet they must have been nearly a hundred miles away.
Almost imperceptibly the light continued to grow, and the shadows around me diminished until that moment when the sun rose over the mountains, and its first rays spilled out over the land from horizon to horizon. Not only could I finally see, but that light warmed my chilled bones.
Now, that was more than just beautiful scenery. It was – it was inspiring; it changed me. From that day forward, I loved sunrises. I always have.
The ancient writer said, “Joy cometh in the morning.” (Psalms 30:5)
Well, to that I echo a modern, “Amen.”
Now since that day thousands of sunrises have come and gone for me. I’ve not seen them all, but I’ve experienced many, and have found more joy and inspiration in those early morning hours than at any other time of the day.
On a recent dark night, I was deeply troubled, and I couldn’t sleep. I got out of bed and I found a quiet place alone to pray. I was there a long time struggling in the spirit to connect with my Father in Heaven. My soul felt as cold and dark as the February night around me. Then suddenly, a light burst forth in my soul, small and imperceptible at first, but growing as I turned toward it. I noticed that my thoughts became clear and sure; my soul, calm and at peace. I could see what was wrong, and I knew how to fix it.
Strangely, joy, love, and inspiration seemed to accompany that light. Indeed, the sun had risen in my soul.
Story the personal experience of Glenn Rawson.
“Great things are done by a series of
small things brought together.”
— Vincent van Gogh: Was a Dutch post-Impressionist artist