It's All Good

I watched an elderly man as he walked, ever so slowly, down the sidewalk. His pace caught my eye. I watched him for a few minutes and then my mind went to thinking about this man's past. He was an average sized man but he was thin and looked 'well kept.' He had a cardigan-style wool sweater on. His ball cap looked to be old but also in good shape. He didn't walk with a cane or anything else to help with his balance. He walked under his own power, just very slow. I wondered about his life and what he had accomplished. I thought about how his family would look. Was he a widower? These were a few of the things I thought about.
Our lives are filled with varying things. Some make through with good health and others struggle constantly.
I think about the various happenings in my own life and can't help but feel grateful for all that I am blessed to have.
I have studied this out in my mind and thought for hours, throughout my relatively short lifetime. I noticed that when I hold my hand a certain way that it wrinkles. Like I used to think as a kid, that should only be happening to my grandparents. That phase is beginning in my own life and it's quite interesting to watch it unfold. I'm not old, by any means, but these things are the reality.
Modern day scripture brings me a great deal of comfort and peace when I read and study it. In the Book of Mormon, the prophet Alma, teaches about the restoration of our bodies, after this life is over . He even teaches right down to the follicles of hair on your head. That part brings me a great deal of comfort, because my hair is falling out, even as we speak. On a serious note, no matter the circumstances, in this mortal life, one day, we will all find comfort in knowing that everything that is undone, in this life, will be done up, in the next life.
The slow stroll of the elderly man, will be once again be a brisk walk. That is sweet knowledge that brings me incredible peace and joy.
We just need to keep on going and live life to it's fullest.
Becky's dad drove me into work this morning and we visited about several different things. It was a choice moment for me. As I drive down the freeway, I am cautious as I drive and alert to the drivers all around me. Some mornings, I wonder if my drive to work might be my last. I try very hard to not take life fore granted. Live every day in such a way that even if it is your last, there is nothing that you've done that you will ever regret.
I can still see the elderly man in my mind. His slow stroll forced me to stop and reflect. His example of strength was enlightening. Let today be the best day ever!

The Game Of Hearts

Life is full of opportunities to grow and become better. It is enjoyable to watch the personal growth take place. One of the ways that personal growth happens is through the acts of kindness that we do for someone else. Let me share a couple of examples of this that will demonstrate what I'm talking about. I have a good friend and co-worker who recently had a nephew pass away. The outpouring of generosity for their entire extended family has been amazing. The death was completely unexpected, yet the neighbors and friends have rallied around. I think that is a wonderful blessing. This same friend of mine had another unfortunate event occur, this past Saturday. His older brother's grandson drowned while participating in a simple family photograph shoot. The young family went by the Weber River to take a family portrait when the four year old slipped on a rock and fell into the fast-racing river. His body has still not been recovered. My friend spoke with one of the search and rescue people and thanked him for all that was being done. There are people who have given their all, even risking their own lives to find this young boy's body and help bring closure to this devastated family. Every day offers perfect opportunities to put your heart in the right place and help somebody who finds themselves in a much worse situation than your own. If I listen to what my heart says, I will always be on the right path. When my mind becomes involved, what I will do is not quite as definitive. There are people who need what I have to offer. There are other people who are looking for the 'rescue' of somebody else. I want to be prepared and ready for those who need my help. The goal is the same for everyone who has or ever will live on this earth. With our heart in the right place, no act of kindness is impossible.

Count All Of Your Blessings

I went to work today and received some sad news from my friend and co-worker.  I couldn't help but think about all of the good that I experience in my life.
I know that I have talked about this many times but it seemed appropriate to use this as a reminder.
I woke up, this morning, and didn't really feel excited to go to work.  When I got there, and began doing my work, I quickly realized that my life is richly blessed.
I thought about how nice it is to have good health.  I thought about my family and the intense love I feel for each member.  It makes me grateful to have love in our home that brings peace and security.
Life is very good!  The challenges will always be there but I am a firm believer that optimism is key to maintaining a good attitude.
Don't let a day pass without expressing your gratitude for all of your blessings.  If you don't feel that blessed, start counting--it is a humbling experience.

Are You There?

Our family spent some time in Orem, Utah, as my parents were in town from Sacramento, California and staying with my grandparents.  We decided to gather together at a nearby park and enjoy one another's company.
We stayed for quite awhile and as our boys and I set sail towards home, I watched as Danny began to quickly fall asleep in the back seat of our truck.  I watched him in the rear view mirror and thought about how blessed I am to be a father to four very nice children.  Several minutes passed by and I looked again in the mirror to see Danny's face.  He wasn't visible at all.  I quickly turned around to get a peak in the back seat.  He was sound asleep and sprawled across the entire back seat of our small Toyota pick-up truck.
Knowing that he was resting, my thoughts turned to my gratitude for these two nice sons.  They try so hard to do the right things.  They want to make correct choices in their lives.
We had a wonderful time being together.  We played several different games and got to run around a little bit, too.
I want to have our family around me.  They bring me a great deal of peace and comfort.  It is easy to keep good track of them, when they're young.  I don't want to look in 'life's back seat' and wonder if they are really there.  I want good choice making to be something I desire each and every day.  I hope that our children will carry that same desire.

I Will Do It Too

I have always had the belief that the things we ask our children to do, we should be willing to do ourselves. Today, our youngest son, Danny, asked if he could mow the lawn. He is eight years old and a hard worker. I told him that he could. While he mowed the grass, I edge around the sidewalk and the fence. I was amazed at his willingness to not only do the job but he did a neat and thorough job of it. I remained out there the entire time and after he had completed the front yard, I did the back. From the time our kids were little, Becky and I have felt it important to work alongside them. The job becomes a family effort not a mandated chore that the kids learn to dislike. When I was a young boy, my parents worked by my side and made the work enjoyable. I felt that their approach was wise. I feel grateful that Becky is a hard worker. In the arenas of employment, those people who manage others might find it helpful to take this same approach. The old saying, "many hands make light work" is very true. There is great value in hard work. Hard work brings productivity into our lives. Self-confidence is strengthened. Families Are strengthened and relationships are solidified. Hard work makes the world a better place!

I Love Clean!

I was recently 'awakened' when I visited a home that would make the word filthiness be considered clean. I wondered to myself how a home could ever get in that sort of shape. I was also reminded of a few simple truths.
First, each one of us, in the human family, was created with order being the chief characteristic. I cannot comprehend that order and filth can exist in the same sentence. It is very clear to me that the eternal nature of The Creator, our Heavenly Father, is clean.
Second, It is humanly, and eternally, impossible for peace to exist within the walls of a home that is filthy. When I was a teenager, I was filthy. It wasn't very often that the floor of my bedroom could be seen without first, moving the clothing that was scattered all over. I must preface my story by emphasizing that my parents are, and always have been, clean people. So my filth was not a product of them or their teaching. My dad approached me, one afternoon, and all but pleaded me to clean my room and to please keep it that way. He taught me that he and mom tried very hard to create a feeling in our home that would allow peace and contentment to exist. Because it was their home, he hoped that I would respect their wishes and keep my room clean. From that day on, I tried, diligently, to keep my room tidy and clean.
Third, when a person is clean, they feel much better about themselves. There is truth in abundance about this statement. Cleanliness breeds confidence and self-worth.
Becky is a clean person, in every sense of the word. I rush home, each day, longing to be in our home where I will find and feel peace.
The adherence to this principle will help in the everyday lives of all people.
Cleanliness is not just a principle, it's a way of life.
I love clean in every facet of life. 

I Want To Pump, You Up

I went outside to 'shoot some hoop', with our kids.  I grabbed a basketball and intended to dribble it.  As I did so, the basketball hit the ground and barely bounced up from the concrete.  In an instant, I knew that the ball was flat and I would have to chose another one.  I didn't give much thought to the flattened basketball, until today.
We are much like that ball.  When we're properly inflated, we are able to function the way we were designed to be.  The 'lumps and bumps' of every day life can deflate us.  There are things that cause stress and make us feel overwhelmed.  But there are things that we can do that will inflate us.  Take a few minutes and help someone in need.  Make a phone call to somebody who is alone and could greatly benefit from it.  Make yourself available to visit a neighbor who is in need. 
Who would have ever thought that a deflated basketball would remind me of something that I can do to become a better person?  It's the simple things of life.  And...whenever I grab a deflated basketball, I will think of what things I need to do.