Keep on going, and the chances are that you will stumble on something, perhaps when you are least expecting it. I never heard of anyone ever stumbling on something sitting down. Charles F. Kettering
For love of country they accepted death… James A. Garfield
The brave die never, though they sleep in dust: Their courage nerves a thousand living men. Minot J. Savage
And I’m proud to be an American,
where at least I know I’m free.
And I won’t forget the men who died,
who gave that right to me.
Lee Greenwood
People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing — that’s why we recommend it daily. Zig Ziglar
We are born with gifts. Sometimes we know about them early and sometimes they don’t appear until later. Either way, we have gifts.
For the most part, these gifts are from God for us to use for His glory. Some can sing. Some can write. Others can encourage. Whatever it is, it is a gift.
Then there’s growth. This can be in two forms.
One form of growth is the growth of your gift. As time goes on, you take your gift and expand it. You try out various techniques.
The other form of growth is a little more tricky. It sort of flows from the first version except that it’s something dealing with a non-gift.
Some people are naturally gifted to do or be. And then, you have people that have to work hard to reach this same level. And that’s sort of the second growth.
In my opinion, both areas are important. Either way, you have to grow. But, then you have to accept limitations.
Yeah.
Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did. Newt Gingrich
Oh this story just…it’s a really nice story.
A high school senior who was graduating got a surprise that day: She met the man who found her abandoned in a cemetery.
The man’s name is Charlie Heflin and he found the baby…barely.
See, he was a volunteer firefighter. And, as he sat in his truck, listening to his scanner, a report from dispatch came in that a woman left a baby in the cemetery. After 10 minutes, this baby was still not found, so Charlie went to go find her.
“I pulled up in front of the cemetery. There was a large pine tree,” Heflin said. “There was about a foot of snow on the ground. There were footprints all over the area so it looked like somebody had been there. I couldn’t find anything. I walked around the pine tree a couple of times and I didn’t see anything.” Heflin walked back to his truck but said something told him to go back and check one more time.
“As I approached the tree, I heard a baby whimper. I thought, ‘Oh, she’s here.’” Heflin said Skyler was wrapped in a plaid Raggedy Anne blanket. The day-old infant still had mucus on her and her umbilical cord that was tied off with a shoe string.
He immediately wiped pine leaves off her and wrapped her in his winter overcoat and pressed her up against his volunteer fire fighter fleece to warm her up.
“I called it in and handed her to the ambulance and that was the last time I saw her,” Heflin said.
That was 1995. This baby was eventually adopted and named Skyler. Last name James. And, yes, by the quote I gave, this particular day was her birthday. The meeting at the graduation was rather special:
