Month/Day/Year --100 Words (Part 2)

[This is part 2 of a 5 part mini series dealing with how we spend our days. Part three comes this weekend. Part four comes Monday. Part five comes next Tuesday. Please stay with me to the end.]

Month/Day/Year.

Tax day has come and gone. So have 104 other days in 2010 alone.

How many other days have passed by? Well, depends upon your age. For me, over 18,000 days.

Some I remember. Some I fight to forget. But, all days in the past. Never to be repeated. They are done. Finished.

I have a choice to make. I can try to live in the past. Whether high school, college, or even last week.

I could do that.

But why?

What changes can I make to those days?

None!

What changes can I make into the future?

Plenty!

Decisions--100 Words

Decisions.

How are you at making decisions?

I’ll admit. Most of the time, making decisions comes easily for me.

I weigh the options. Look at as many sides as possible.

Then, decide.

At that point, there’s no looking back. I did the best I knew to do. So, no second guessing.

But then, there are times that the decisions weigh heavily on my mind, heart, and very soul.

Those are the decisions that seem to have no answers. And, at that point, all I can do is second guess.

I hate times like that.

Right now, I find myself there.

Choices--100 Words

Choices.

Do choices ever come easily? If they do, are they really worth it?

Recently, I found two great quotes to put facing choices into perspective.

First, Denis Waitley said, “There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them.”

Then secondly, Robert Fritz said, “If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.”

I hate compromise. And, had never thought of limiting choices as compromise.

But, I think Waitley was right.

Death--100 Words

Death.

These days, I am surrounded by it.

Young. Old. Some old while still young.

New bodies. Worn out bodies. Overweight bodies. Skinny bodies.

Each one died. Their heart stopped. Their lungs shut down. They died.

Some went to heaven. Some did not. I didn’t make that decision. They did.

I don’t sit in judgment. I pray for their family and offer comfort.

One thing for sure. They all met their Maker. Some were glad to see Him. Some shocked.

God didn’t make their decision for them either. They decided it. Now, they live with that choice.

For eternity. Forever.