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Have You Given Your Best…….Really?

We all desire more for our lives, do we not?  Of course we do.  And I am not speaking of material things.  That beautiful home sitting splendidly upon it’s well-landscaped acres or that luxury automobile or any other thing that we would simply love to have as perhaps a reward for our efforts?  These things are fine in their proper place.  But they are secondary really and most often a direct result of pursuing the passion that Life has placed in our spirit, of fulfilling our Destiny.  And it goes without saying that in order to realize our Destiny, we must give nothing less than our best.  No one could dispute this fact.  What I often take issue with is our perception of what our best is in today’s world.  What we deem as our best has become skewed because the emphasis is placed on that word “our”.  Allow me to explain what I mean, as best I know how.  Please indulge me for a time because I believe this will begin to make a degree of sense as we move along this avenue of thought.

Now I am sure you would agree that in order for one to move in the direction of their dreams and goals, the must be an exertion of some sort.  There must be effort put forth.  One cannot expect a harvest if one is not willing to first till the soil and then plant the seeds that will bring forth the crop expected.  But after the planting of the seed, there is more work required, yes?  Proper fertilization and aeration of the soil is needed. And those young seeds must be watered and special attention must be given there as well.  If there is too much water given, the crop will fail before it even gets started growing.  Too little water will bring about the same result.  You see, in order for that farmer to rule his land and enjoy its abundance, he must realize that he is first and foremost a servant to the very seeds he has planted.  In doing so, the farmer learns what it is to respect those things that are placed just below his feet, if you will.  He comes to realize that the very abundance he desires is brought about through a joint effort.  The farmer serves the seed and soil. His reward is that the seed and soil return the favor.  This makes sense, does it not?  It is only the wise husbandman who can appreciate the privilege of serving that will ever come to realize true abundance in the yearly harvest.  They give their best during the growing season to obtain their reward.  And the best they can give is their service to that which is outside of themselves.

The same concept applies in our own lives.  We may not be looking for a bumper crop of corn or wheat or soy beans, to be sure.  But just like the farmer, we want high yields from our lives.  So, we start in pursuit of goals and dreams and go after them doggedly and feeling that we are indeed giving it our best.  However, it seems that somewhere along the line in our world, we have forgotten what it means to truly give our best.  Giving our best means to embrace the idea of service to others.  It means to realize the importance of those around us and to appreciate the fact that to serve, to give of one’s self to others not only serves to prepare us for greatness in our own lives but of even greater significance, we learn that serving others is a privilege.  It is also an honor and one not be taken lightly.

And there may be some reading this who disagree and believe that the idea of serving others will provide the foundation on which to build up something truly magnificent is just foolishness.  To anyone with that mindset, I would encourage you to do two things.  The first item is to study your history.  It will bear out the truth of what is being written here.  It is only when the great kingdoms and nations of our world chose to forget what it meant to serve that those same kingdoms and nations laid themselves to ruin.  Here is the second suggestion I would have for this evening.  Give yourself the opportunity, the privilege of going out to serve others for a bit of time.  There are many ways to do such a thing.  Give a visit to a homeless shelter and help with the serving of food there.  And if you are particularly bold, spend a few moments with those who frequent there and learn from them.  If a person feels trust for you, they will share with you.  You might be quite surprised at what you may learn.  And my friend, perhaps what is the greatest thing is that you will feel your heart and spirit growing.  The growth you feel will be a direct result of serving those around you.  You may wonder who is the real beneficiary in this transaction of humanity.  Is it you benefitting or them?  I’ll let you in on a little secret here…..When it comes to serving others, it is a win-win, as the saying goes.

I should mention as well that homeless shelters is only one of the opportunities available to us all.  There are nursing homes where many of the folks are simply left behind.  To visit them and share your time with them, to serve them would bring honor to not only their heart but to your own spirit as well.  There are so many ways to serve and I could name many.  There are everyday ways to serve as well.  Do you recall that day when you noticed that elderly women struggling to get her coat on or having a difficult time with those grocery bags?  Yet another chance to serve, to bless and be blessed in return.   Do some investigating on your own and discover the avenues of service that are out there.

I suppose my intent here this evening is to cause us, you and I to reflect a bit and remember what the term  giving it our best” really means.  The best we can do is really all about the best we can give of ourselves, yes?  Just like the farmer, the best thing we can do to ensure an abundance in our lives is to give ourselves the gift of serving others.  My friends, give this idea thought and then act upon your thinking.  Trust me, when you begin giving your best, and I mean this in the true sense of the word, you will experience a growth as yet unknown to you.  And that growth within your spirit and your heart will pave the way to the true greatness that your Creator has waiting for you.

One other thing that I failed to mention?  Or perhaps I was just saving the best for last?  If we as a people can learn and practice the gift of service to others, do you realize we can change the world?  This is a truism, friends.  And that is power!  Hmmmmm……Now who would’ve thought that servants could wield the type of power that could change the world we live in?  Think about it, if you would.

I thank you once again for your indulgence as I tend to ramble at times and I thank you for your kind attention.  I do hope that the words here will be of benefit to you.  May the fullness of this day be yours to share.  Blessings to you and yours.

Authored by William J. Thompson, Jr.

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A Letter Towards Love

Dearest reader, my post this evening is of a different sort as you will see.  There are many out in our world who are alone and living in a quiet pain, a pain of the worst sort imaginable.  They are alone in their heart and alone in their Life.  And loneliness bares its cold soul in a number of ways.  One cannot truly know the empty pain of loneliness until one has been truly alone.  It is a thing I would wish upon no one for those afflicted become broken within.  I will tell you my friend, that I was hesitant to present this for the subject makes many uncomfortable.  But it is also important for we all know someone who is indeed alone.  I would implore you to reach out to hearts that are burdened so.  Please do!  What follows here is an attempt to show you one of the faces of this Life stealing disease. And there are many more, believe me.  I chose to describe this “face of loneliness” because for one to paint an accurate picture, one needs to be familiar with the colors being used.  I have lived this particular “face”, if you will.  I gave more than just a passing thought to writing this for it is a closed-door for me now.  There are always parts of our past we do not wish to recollect.  To do so can often cause one to relive certain things, yes?  This was not easily entreated by my heart, to be sure.  In the same moment, too many suffer lonely hearts and empty spirits today.  This requires the attention of us all which is why I put myself aside for a bit of time and took a look at what lay beyond that closed-door in my heart.  And yes, tears were shed as these memories again ravaged my spirit and held hostage my mind.  For I found my letter towards love from not so long ago………….

Oh Lord, my heart is so tired and alone it seems.  I know You are with me, that You reside in my heart.  And for this, I truly give thanks.  But so often, my heart aches and yearns for a special someone with which to share my Life.  I have much to give for You have given much to me.  And for this, I also give much thanks.  I know you are my Source and the Supplier of my Life.  That is why I feel almost traitorous when I say that I wish for and need something more.  I long to be touched and to touch another in return.  My soul cries out for this to be so.  I do not speak of simple lust.  In this world, that could be easily remedied, were I to choose that road.  That type of behavior does not lie within me.  I speak rather of a physical contact where true love is at its core, where hearts and spirits are shared and become as one.  This is my desire, one born of a season too long empty and dry.  My soul is often tortured for the lack of the Life-giving waters of a love freely given.

The vessel that is my heart ran aground long ago and seems to be buried now in the sands of loneliness.  Our hearts, our spirits were designed to sail upon Love’s ocean, unfettered and with Hope reflecting upon the horizon.  It is how our soul is sustained.  I fear love will not again find me on this desert island which goes unseen day upon day upon lonely day.  It seems there is no escaping the dark soul that is this place for I have tried and often.  The strength within my spirit and my soul is diminishing so my attempts to escape are not as frequent these days.  Prudence whispers quietly that I must conserve what is left in hopes of a rescue.  This idea seems real enough still.  So I wait. Even as Life’s light begins to dim, I wait.  And I hope.

My Lord Jesus, what is to become of me??  What of my heart and its need for love??  It is You who placed these needs, these desires within me.  Why do You turn Your Face from me now?  It is more than I can bear, this void that steals away my Life.  I do not fear Death.  There are days when I would bid Death welcome, if only this pain would die with me.  What I do fear is this existence which seems to have wrapped tightly its cold, unfeeling arms around me, slowly breaking my heart.  Life’s breath eludes me so often now and the Spirit that indwells me is malnourished, the result of my diminished capacity to breathe.  The world becomes dark as does my tired heart which seems to beat ever slower with each passing day.  Even still, I wait.  And I hope.

Do not leave me here, I pray thee, My Lord.  I have not yet given up hope that the fire I keep alive on Desolation’s shore will be noticed by one who is also looking to be touched in Love.  Should this come about, I would without hesitation attempt to swim out beyond the breakers that best me, unmindful of the dangers lurking below.  It would be better to die in a valiant effort to reach Love’s touch than to continue this pain of isolation.

I should tell you, Lord that I am not and would not consider violating the gift of Life You have so freely given unto me.  Life is a sacred thing, a living thing and for me to cut short that gift is blasphemous, a slap in the face of God and nothing less.  I am just so tired now.  We were not meant to live solitary lives. To be alone and without love is in direct conflict with the nature in which we were created.  There are those who would say they need no one save themselves.  I would suggest that perhaps they are deceiving themselves so as to avoid the risk involved when one loves another with their whole heart.  Or perhaps they have been blessed with a strength that I do not possess.  I do not know that answer and my heart has become tired in the course of my writing this letter to you, my Lord and Creator of my Life.  All I do know is that I felt it important to put pen to paper today, the anniversary which celebrates four years almost to the day, the day that I was cast onto this lifeless island where I remain a prisoner.

Lord, I pray that You read these words and attend to my prayers.  Please respond as my heart is fading now.  I anxiously await Your reply…..

Yours in faith believing,

Anonymous, for You know Your children as by their name……

Author William J. Thompson, Jr.

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