What Could Be?

What Could Be

I’m glad my parents didn’t give up on me when I was three, or ten, or fifteen. 

I’m glad I didn’t give up on myself when I made my first feeble attempts at some serious writing. 

You see, we have to look down the invisible road called ‘the future’ and imagine what a life might look like, or to see some possibilities in a person’s dreams and hopes.

What could you be?  I don’t know, and I hope you have some good and steady hands of friendship holding onto you as you find out.

We need believers in our lives.

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P Michael Biggs

Hope~Encouragement~Inspiration

A Few New Skills

A Few New Skills

I’ve added a few new skills to my repertoire lately.

   Wheel-chair driving

   Bed-pan emptying

   Chief cook and dishwasher

   Dr. of dispensing medicine

I didn’t study for these new skills.  I didn’t take a test or submit my resume.  They come with the vow of “in sickness and in health.”

I’m loving this new role.  I’m caring for the one I love and who loves me back. 

I remember a quote from Mother Theresa. 

She was asked once, “Mother, after you are no longer able to go around the world doing all the good you have been doing, what will you do then?”

Her response is a golden quote:

“You know.  I’m very good at emptying bedpans.”

Me too, Mother.  Me too.

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in about 60 seconds.

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P Michael Biggs

Hope~Encouragement~Inspiration

The Anticipation

The Anticipation

As a kid, I couldn’t wait for Christmas morning to arrive.  On many Christmas mornings, around 2AM, I would sneak out of bed and slip into the living room just to see if Santa had arrived and what all he might have brought me. 

On the year I got my bike, I got busted the first time I tried that.  I was sleeping in the same room as my Dad because of extra family visiting for the holidays.  Dad heard the bed springs and in his stern voice, commanded, “Get back in that bed, boy.”

I did.  And slept for another hour or so.  On my second attempt, I made it and discovered that Christmas had come to our home once again. 

Ah, the anticipation. 

This year, around the first of November is when we began anticipating Christmas.  We started listening to the music, I started turning my thoughts to my writing to see what new stuff I might produce.  Even though I’ve already had Christmas many times over this year, I am still anticipating. I’m on watch for something else that will capture my thoughts, my attention and my heart. 

We watch Hallmark movies, and this year, we’ve discovered some new seasonal movies also.

And I'm still anticipating.  Anticipating some new idea, some inspirational thought that will land on me through a song, or a reading or a scripture. 

And anticipating the memories CB and I continue to make, not only for this time of year, but for the rest of our lives.

I love anticipating. 

     It dresses up like hope.

Something to think on,

in less than 60 seconds.

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P Michael Biggs

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Encouragement

Inspiration

Reading Together at Chrismas

Reading Together at Christmas

CB and I love to read to each other at Christmas time.  Besides our devotional book by Bonhoeffer, we are reading from another book we just bought.  It is full of great Christmas stories and poems. 

Currently, we’re reading a lesser-known Louisa May Alcott story for Christmas.

Our past Christmas readings have included:  The Worst Best Christmas Pageant Every, Christmas books by Richard Paul Evans, David Baldacci, Debbie Macomber, and too many others to remember. 

Just one more way to make our Christmas full and rich.

Something to think on,

in less than 60 seconds.

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P Michael Biggs

Offering Hope

Encouragement

Inspiration