Effort to get through the day

As I've gotten older, I've had a few more aches and pains, gained a few more pounds, and gotten more settled. I've also learned that the days have more value than the day before. It's as though I can see my life winding down and I'm appreciating each day more now. With that in mind, I'm motivated to get up and do something. Usually I read my Bible, pray, think about stuff, watch the sun rise and then usually react to the day. I don't want to miss a thing. I watch people that miss out on the best part of the day and just let time slip away. I play a game on FB and my wife says I'm wasting time, and she's right, but I justify it by thinking its serving some purpose. The effort I use to get through the day is motivated by the fact, that if I'm not doing something(productive or not), it's better than sleeping, which in my mind is like letting time go and not realizing it. I love life and the best part of any day is talking to anyone...that is what makes my day worthwhile.

Sunday

This absolutely my favorite day of the week...Church, eating, reflecting on the prior week, looking forward to the challenges ahead...just a day to stop and smell the roses and make it a "me" day. I still focus on others, but I look at what I have, what I have done, what I plan to do and enjoy my personal relationship with God...a "me" day! Usually Sandra and I are home and we talk about stuff, ourselves and plan our coming week or our future in general without the noise of everything that happens through the week...I love Sunday.

Woody

The notes of the trumpet wafted out of the instrument and into our ears and down into our souls…from one soul to another…his to ours and on and on...the trumpeter’s talents were not of his own abilities, but given to him by the grace of God and brought to life by his passion for sharing with others this incredible gift. Each note filled not only with the music it contained, but the heart of this man who loved the sound, loved the gift, loved sharing it with others, and most importantly loved the Creator of music who gave him all he ever needed. So talented in other aspects of life, and loved by his family and friends, this mans true passion was not of the skills he had achieved over life, but the gift of playing his trumpet which connected him so closely with the God who fully enriched his life. Woody was a trumpet player who played for God and we were given the opportunity to listen in. Woody probably never fully knew the gift he had been given, because there was no way of ever knowing the people who’s lives were changed by the sound of that gift. His trumpet will never play for folks any more, but for those of us that have heard the sounds of Woody’s
trumpet…we will carry the melody and part of his love into our lives forever.