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Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Time, Money & Ability
Today in the early morning hours when God whispers in my ear the thoughts that were floating around my mind were about time, money, and ability. They are all unlimited - period. We happen to be in a paradigm where we perceive that they are limited but they are not. Bob Proctor teaches about this a lot and it might just be finally getting through to me.
What would you do if you had more time, more money, more ability. I'm not talking about working a 90 hour week and driving yourself into exhaustion. But what if you had a goal and you told God about it and you moved into a supernatural space where you accomplished more in a short time and you were smarter and you knew what to delegate and to whom. And the people you needed to meet popped up in front of you. And the financing opportunities were magically there.
What would you create then? What is the desire of your heart?
What would you do if you had more time, more money, more ability. I'm not talking about working a 90 hour week and driving yourself into exhaustion. But what if you had a goal and you told God about it and you moved into a supernatural space where you accomplished more in a short time and you were smarter and you knew what to delegate and to whom. And the people you needed to meet popped up in front of you. And the financing opportunities were magically there.
What would you create then? What is the desire of your heart?
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Monday, December 6, 2010
Yoooo hooooo, Beautiful
Dear Sisters: We are all beautiful as we are 24 hours a day. Check out this 'you go girl pumper upper' by the Raw Diva. And tell yourself everyday I AM BEAUTIFUL!
Yoooo hooooo, Beautiful
Yoooo hooooo, Beautiful
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Divine Order
From dailyword.com on Friday, April 09, 2010
Divine Order
My life is in divine order.
When I affirm that divine order is established in my life, I am consciously acknowledging my oneness with the principle of order and harmony. When I open my mind and heart to the wisdom of God, I am laying the foundation for order to take hold. I may feel guided to take a specific action, feel the urge to create something new, or find an elusive solution to a troubling situation easily falling into place.
Realizing that I live in a world of order and harmony, I no longer allow minor disturbances to confuse me. Looking beneath the appearance of disorder to the divine order that underlies it, I maintain my inner calm and serenity. I am confident that my life is on the right path and that all is in divine order.
Those of steadfast mind you keep in peace.--Isaiah 26:3
Divine Order
My life is in divine order.
When I affirm that divine order is established in my life, I am consciously acknowledging my oneness with the principle of order and harmony. When I open my mind and heart to the wisdom of God, I am laying the foundation for order to take hold. I may feel guided to take a specific action, feel the urge to create something new, or find an elusive solution to a troubling situation easily falling into place.
Realizing that I live in a world of order and harmony, I no longer allow minor disturbances to confuse me. Looking beneath the appearance of disorder to the divine order that underlies it, I maintain my inner calm and serenity. I am confident that my life is on the right path and that all is in divine order.
Those of steadfast mind you keep in peace.--Isaiah 26:3
Friday, March 5, 2010
Dreams
It sounds like science fiction but we must believe in our dreams more than we believe in what we see in the external world
Friday, January 29, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Omnipotent
My revelation for this morning: Why do I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders when my God is omnipotent?
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Prosperity
Today's positive confession: I am so happy & grateful now that money comes to me in increasing quantities, through multiple sources on a continual basis.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Chew on this
Some concepts my girlfriends & I have been throwing around recently:
I will only participate in what I have passion for.
As soon as something happens it ceases to exist.
Love is the answer.
It is not a religion but a relationship.
I am. (This one is my favorite). It feels so much more powerful to me now than ever before. Whatever I say I am, I am period.
I’ll let you chew on those on your own time.
DianaMonday, December 15, 2008
Plenty
How one woman learned trust can protect us from the things we fear
By Patricia Riddle Gaddis
Martinsburg, West Virginia
Five pounds. That's all the coal we had to heat our little house in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Barely enough to get us through one night, let alone the entire Christmas holiday. The temperature had dropped and the weatherman said a big snowstorm was on the way. I wrung my hands and tried to stay calm. I didn't know how my four-year-old son, Shawn, and I would get through it.
"Read to me," Shawn said that night of December 23, 1978. He grabbed his children's Bible and opened to the story of the prophet Elijah visiting the poor widow. The widow is down to her last bit of oil and flour, fearful that she won't be able to feed herself and her son, let alone her visitor. "Fear not," Elijah says. He asks her to bake him a cake. "The jar of meal shall not be spent and the jug of oil shall not run dry," he reassures her.
Like the widow, I was trying to raise a son on my own and we never seemed to have enough. I pictured the nearly empty bag of coal.
Shawn pointed to the illustration in the book. "The widow didn't look, Mom," he said.
I saw what he meant. The picture showed her reaching for the oil and flour without checking to see how much was in the jar and the jug. She trusted in God's provision, I thought, and there was enough. That's what I needed to do. Trust.
That night before going to bed I deliberately turned my head away as I reached inside the dwindling bag of coal and pulled out three lumps for the fire. Then I crawled under the blankets, asking for God's warmth and protection.
The next morning there were snowdrifts three feet deep outside our door and the thermometer read three degrees below zero. But the house was warm and toasty. Once again I reached into the bag without looking and put three more lumps onto the fire. We stayed inside all day, baking cookies, making ornaments for the tree, singing carols. From time to time I would stoke the fire, always making sure never to look and see how much coal was left.
Christmas Day the sky was finally clear and the house was still toasty. Around noon a neighbor dropped by. "We saw so much smoke coming out of your chimney last night," he said, "you must have gone through a lot of coal." Then he gave me a most welcome Christmas gift, a big bag of coal—to add to the few lumps that I still somehow had.
Originally published in Guideposts Magazine
By Patricia Riddle Gaddis
Martinsburg, West Virginia
Five pounds. That's all the coal we had to heat our little house in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Barely enough to get us through one night, let alone the entire Christmas holiday. The temperature had dropped and the weatherman said a big snowstorm was on the way. I wrung my hands and tried to stay calm. I didn't know how my four-year-old son, Shawn, and I would get through it.
"Read to me," Shawn said that night of December 23, 1978. He grabbed his children's Bible and opened to the story of the prophet Elijah visiting the poor widow. The widow is down to her last bit of oil and flour, fearful that she won't be able to feed herself and her son, let alone her visitor. "Fear not," Elijah says. He asks her to bake him a cake. "The jar of meal shall not be spent and the jug of oil shall not run dry," he reassures her.
Like the widow, I was trying to raise a son on my own and we never seemed to have enough. I pictured the nearly empty bag of coal.
Shawn pointed to the illustration in the book. "The widow didn't look, Mom," he said.
I saw what he meant. The picture showed her reaching for the oil and flour without checking to see how much was in the jar and the jug. She trusted in God's provision, I thought, and there was enough. That's what I needed to do. Trust.
That night before going to bed I deliberately turned my head away as I reached inside the dwindling bag of coal and pulled out three lumps for the fire. Then I crawled under the blankets, asking for God's warmth and protection.
The next morning there were snowdrifts three feet deep outside our door and the thermometer read three degrees below zero. But the house was warm and toasty. Once again I reached into the bag without looking and put three more lumps onto the fire. We stayed inside all day, baking cookies, making ornaments for the tree, singing carols. From time to time I would stoke the fire, always making sure never to look and see how much coal was left.
Christmas Day the sky was finally clear and the house was still toasty. Around noon a neighbor dropped by. "We saw so much smoke coming out of your chimney last night," he said, "you must have gone through a lot of coal." Then he gave me a most welcome Christmas gift, a big bag of coal—to add to the few lumps that I still somehow had.
Originally published in Guideposts Magazine
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Savour Life
One of my girlfriends from Toronto bought a house in Italy last summer. Not deluxe by any standard, a stone house in the mountains with no indoor plumbing. But now they won't have to camp in Italy as they have a place of their own. Both her & her husband work for the school system so they have most of the summer off and they hope over the years to spend more time in Italy. Below is a portion of her latest email to me. I can't read it without crying because it inspires me so much. It's beautiful because it is a dream come true. We should all dream big dreams. And not just dream them but act on them.
Greetings from sunny Italy!
It has been very hot and dry here but the weather is cooler now. We have been living in our little stone house for almost 2 weeks now. At first we had no water (Paul and I had to dig a trench for the pipe -- okay it was mostly Paul but I did get a couple of blisters!). We have a toilet which we love. It is like a functional shrine! Yesterday, Paul plumbed in shower and we don't smell anymore. No hot water yet so the screams of pain echo through the cantina until each of us adjusts to the hypothermia.
Vicki, Zoe and I painted the diningroom this morning. Paint here is extra thick, like Jif marshmallow topping. What a difference! Even though we hurt, we are tackling the kitchen tomorrow am. Between the house renos, we are taking in lots of beautiful mediaval towns, churches, abbeys, the sea and lots of cappucini. Zoe has discovered chocolata calda (hot chocolate). It is like pudding and delicious. We met some fellow Canadian's on the beach yesterday and apparently there are lots of Canadian immigrants in a small mountain town 5 minutes from us. We are going to visit it this weekend.
We have limited internet. We drive with the laptop to a street in Guardiagrele, nearby, to pick up a wireless signal that we have paid for. Service is slow and intermittent.
Yes, I see hard labor for basic things we all take for granted. But I also see a simple life with lots of wonderful things to savour.
I encourage you to savour your accomplishments & your blisters & to enjoy life. Plan events that are just for fun, relaxation, enjoyment. Plan events in your life that challenge you so that you can be proud of yourself. Most of us drift through life just letting it happen and being bored most of the time. Why not plan something phenomenal so that when you finish you can jump up & down and say "HOLY CATS, did you see what I just did? are you proud of me or what because I feel damn good". Why not plan something for your enjoyment so that at the end of the day you say "damn I needed that, it was good for me body, mind & spirit - I FEEL GOOD"
"Man's proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads." — Ayn Rand
Editor's Note: originally written on October 3, 2007. I still cry every time I read this. It inspires me so much.
Live richly,
Diana
Greetings from sunny Italy!
It has been very hot and dry here but the weather is cooler now. We have been living in our little stone house for almost 2 weeks now. At first we had no water (Paul and I had to dig a trench for the pipe -- okay it was mostly Paul but I did get a couple of blisters!). We have a toilet which we love. It is like a functional shrine! Yesterday, Paul plumbed in shower and we don't smell anymore. No hot water yet so the screams of pain echo through the cantina until each of us adjusts to the hypothermia.
Vicki, Zoe and I painted the diningroom this morning. Paint here is extra thick, like Jif marshmallow topping. What a difference! Even though we hurt, we are tackling the kitchen tomorrow am. Between the house renos, we are taking in lots of beautiful mediaval towns, churches, abbeys, the sea and lots of cappucini. Zoe has discovered chocolata calda (hot chocolate). It is like pudding and delicious. We met some fellow Canadian's on the beach yesterday and apparently there are lots of Canadian immigrants in a small mountain town 5 minutes from us. We are going to visit it this weekend.
We have limited internet. We drive with the laptop to a street in Guardiagrele, nearby, to pick up a wireless signal that we have paid for. Service is slow and intermittent.
Yes, I see hard labor for basic things we all take for granted. But I also see a simple life with lots of wonderful things to savour.
I encourage you to savour your accomplishments & your blisters & to enjoy life. Plan events that are just for fun, relaxation, enjoyment. Plan events in your life that challenge you so that you can be proud of yourself. Most of us drift through life just letting it happen and being bored most of the time. Why not plan something phenomenal so that when you finish you can jump up & down and say "HOLY CATS, did you see what I just did? are you proud of me or what because I feel damn good". Why not plan something for your enjoyment so that at the end of the day you say "damn I needed that, it was good for me body, mind & spirit - I FEEL GOOD"
"Man's proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads." — Ayn Rand
Editor's Note: originally written on October 3, 2007. I still cry every time I read this. It inspires me so much.
Live richly,
Diana
Friday, August 15, 2008
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