Every day at lunch the facility fills up with younger fit professional types and then there are a few guys like me, just wanting to stay fit.
Each day toward the end of the lunch hour work out, a young woman in her late twenties arrives, changes and begins her own work out.
She leads two other woman who work out with her.
I watch her every day though until two days ago I have never spoken to her.
She inspires me to train harder and to keep pushing myself.
His tour is cancelled, his band is heading home and he is laid out on a bed in a hotel room, physically still recovering from the incident.
A hand comes into frame checking his fever, and the camera pulls back to reveal June Carter sitting next to him with a disgusted look on her face, her livelihood also affected, looking at this train wreck of a man.
Three of my favorite lines from the movie are these.
Johnny Cash: “Tell me you don’t love me.”
June Carter: “I don’t love you.”
Johnny Cash: “You’re a liar.”
When we love someone, your mouth can say it’s not so, but your heart knows differently.
Let’s face it…you love them.
You just do.
I am the type of person who goes to bed with this thought, “It did not happen today, but I bet everything within me it will most definitely happen tomorrow!”
And now tomorrow is today and you should expect it to happen.
I am guilty of this.
Maybe people tire of the subject of hope.
I hope not.
It has become the center of the center of my life.
Another broken record phrase for me.
“My hope is in the name of the Lord.”
There is an age old question.
Does God need us?
I believe yes and no.
He is God.
July 2nd, is a date each year, for the past five years, that something spectacular happens in my life.
Again, I can not explain, but I can document it.
Already this morning, I have closed the largest single deal of my budding recruitment career.
There is so much of the day left.
Whereas Good Friday is my favorite day of the year…
…July 2nd is my most anticipated day of the year.
What if we wanted our life to be a completely open book with nothing withheld?
What if when any of us awake in the morning we are unable to speak anything but the truth, no matter the consequences?
That leaves a lot to the imagination.
Like anyone else, I enjoy an effective speaker.