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Transition Is About Transformation!

Here I come back to this page to share a little bit of the mystery of life, I am continuing to unravel as I live and breathe. Life is a funny thing, just when we finally seem to get it where we want it, when we seem to be happy and satisfied, when change is the last thing we have on our minds, it seems that out of nowhere, life presents us with the gift of transition.

Transition is about change and like it or not, change is a part of life. We may be able to dely it or redirect it temporarily, but we cannot stop it. The best thing to do, is to learn to embrace it and grow through it, because it is ultimatley about taking us to a better place in life. Life lived in the right direction is an incredible journey that takes us to amazing destinations.

Life is stressful, but it does not have to be as stressful as we often make it. A lot of life is about having and keeping the right mind set. Some times transitions are predictiable and at other times they are toally random. Either way, if we can learn to roll with it, then life will be a lot less stressful.

Looking back on life, we can see where we have gone through transitions we thought were going to kill us, but we survived and in many cases, we actually thrived. We can learn so much from our past about transitions, if we will take the time to pay attention and remember what really matters.

I currently find myself in the midst of many different transitions and I am learning to embrace them and enjoy the journey. Transitions hold a special place in our lives and often mark very special before and after moments. The older we get, the more we can see the benefits of transtions and so, it actually becomes a little bit easier pill to swallow.

Transitions can be stressful if we look at them the wrong way, but if we learn to look at them in the right way, they can serve as motivational and actually challenge us to rise above by spreading our wings to fly.

The truth is, life would be very boring without the transitions. Transitions keep us from becoming stagnant, they help to heal us from our becoming sick and and keep us from dying, so that we might live to fight another day. Transitions help us to stay focused on what really matters and encourage us to stay fresh and ready for whatever???

I have also found that transitions are great for reflection. They make me think about where I have been and where I am going. They make me think about what has worked and what is not working. They cause me not only reflect, but often to re-evaluate what is really important in the grand scheme of life.

In almost every transition we face in life, there will be positives and negatives. We have to learn from them both, while not allowing the negatives to distract us from what really matters.

Transition is not just a part of life, it is life, so open yourself to wherever and whatever your next transition is taking you to and enjoy the gift of life that keeps on giving, because at the end of the day, it is really about your transformation into the something better and more beautiful that your Creator has created you to be…

If I Won The Lottery???

This is one of those things that I doubt would ever happen, because I don’t play the lottery, but it is still fun to think about. It’s kinda fun watching folks happen upon unexpected riches and then watch what they do and how they live, but I am not so sure that a bunch of money would change that much for me.

If I won the lottery, I would choose to live right where I am living today. The place we live is not just our house, it is our home. My Bride’s PaPa and MaMa built the house and there are reminders of them all around the place, inside and outside too. It’s not a big house, but it is big enough for us. My Bride always said that her dream house would be brick ranch style house with a circle driveway in front and that is exactly what we have. It’s very comfortable and there is land to work a garden right beside it. We might would upgrade a few things, like the barn and flower beds, but we are happy with our home, it’s comforts and the joy it brings our family.

If I won the lottery, I would continue to work and minister. I don’t really do either of those things for the money, because there are a lot of ways that I could make a lot more money. I do these things, because it’s what I am called and gifted to do and because this is where my joy comes from. I enjoy getting up early and going to bed tired. I love the opportunity to serve others. We live a pretty blessed life and have learned to be happy with what God has blessed us with.

If I won the lottery, I probably would buy a more reliable and comfortable vehicle. I mean if I had the money to splurge??? What would I buy? I really don’t have any idea, but it would be kinda fun trying to figure it out.

I’ve never had a lot of money and I don’t think a lot of money could buy me a life as happy and blessed as the life I am living. I don’t think money is a bad thing, in fact, I like having some to do with as I please, but my happiness if not dependent on it.

Life has a way of teaching you what really matters. A family and friends that you love and that love you back, a roof over your head, food to eat and a way to get from “a to b” and you are pretty much set for an amazing life, at least that’s what I think.

P.S. One more thing I thought about! If I won the lottery and had more money than I knew what to do with, then I would buy a place at Fripp Island, because it is one of my favorite escapes. I would want a place big enough that I could always bring family and friends to share it with, because I just can’t keep the good stuff to myself, the real joy and pleasure comes from sharing!!! 😎

My Earliest Childhood Memory!

I’ve been thinking for serveral days, trying to remember my earliest childhood memory. I remember when I was very young 1, 2 or 3 years old. I was riding a horse and every since then I have loved horses. I am not really sure if this is a memory of the actual event or a memory from a picture of the event, but I can still feel the excitement and fear that I felt sitting up on such a big animal.

I remember the church I grew up in and one man that would scare me to death when he would shout an “AMEN!” with his deep, loud voice. I remember sitting in church and rubbing the soft, cool fur on my Aunt Mag’s “Sunday Go To Church Coat”. I remember going back and standing right beside the preacher and shaking everyone’s hand as they left the Sunday morning service. I remember so many sweet people that taught me the stories of the Bible that would become the foundation for my life and living.

I also remember a lot of fun memories from K-5. I remember the playground and the giant sliding boards that would fry your legs and behind in the summer time. I remember the classroom centers and getting to pretend you were an adult. I remember the class next door had a hammock hanging in it and I thought that was the coolest thing ever.

I remember one of my good friends from 1st grade was an african american kid named Mark Coker and how some of the other kids made fun of him, because he would suck on his middle finger and pointer finger when he was nervous, which was pretty much all the time.

I remember when one of my school/church friends little brother Jeffery got cancer and lost all of his hair. Some of the other kids were bullying him and it hurt my heart so bad that I was ready to take them all on.

I remember Saturday trips to breakfast and yard sales with my Granny Earlene Davenport and hanging out at her flowershop during the week. I remember walking up the sidewalk to Jack Turner’s Barbershop and him pretending to give me a hair cut, just to make me feel like a big man. I remember Wilson’s Five & Dime Store and the neatest little toys and treasures we could find there.

I remember my Pa Albert Harvell and learning how to plant a garden, watch it grow and reap the benefits of hard work. I remember going in the house after snapping peas with my Grandma Sara Harvell and her teaching me how to make biscuits from scratch. One of my favorite memories from their house was the well house and the bucket you could run down and bring up with ice cold water. I especially remember my Pa’s “DIPPER” that hung above the sink, When ever he wanted a drink of water, he didn’t put it in a glass, insteead he ran it in the dipper and took a swig or two.

I have so many prescious memories. I could go on and on and on. That’s the funny thing about memories, once we take the time to start remembering, they come flooding back into our lives. And the beautiful thing is: As long as we are living, we still have the chance to keep making them and remembering them. Enjoy…