Jan 30
“When the freedom of your neighbor is in question, speak up… For it may be your freedom being questioned next, and you would have no one to speak for you.”
~Jan Verhoeff
Yup, that would be me. I said that. And I often say brilliant things that people quote and copy on facebook, because I’m a writer and writers say things that get copied. Read the rest of this entry
Jan 29
Have you ever noticed? Marketing for Sunday is done with a giving spirit.
Over coffee, I thought of this.
The grass is greener. The sun shines brighter. The wind isn’t blowing. Everyone is polished and sparkly?
What would happen if we got up the rest of the week and behaved as if it were Sunday?
Put on our best face. Greet the day with a smile. Look forward to our lunch meetings. Enjoyed the afternoon games in the board room. Saved a seat for our business associate. Maybe… Just maybe… Do you think we’d have a better attitude and better results come Friday night?
Jan 27
In a who-cares moment, I realized that I might be the only one who does… care about the details, that is. Not in a temperamental way, I have lived through many a crisis, survived spilled milk, water dumped on my desk and a wide variety of upsets in my life, but the one thing that drives me crazy is a little detail called forgiving differences. Yup, that’s it. Not everyone believes the same way as me and that’s okay, I don’t have to always enjoy the satirical sanctity of total agreement. Read the rest of this entry
Jan 23
When my oldest daughter was about 17, she got home late one night and I reprimanded her for not calling. She said, “Why do you trust me so much?”
I asked, “Why shouldn’t I trust you?” Read the rest of this entry
Jan 23
As we celebrated the sanctity of life today in church I prayed for those who have taken a life or in some way participated in the demise of another, by accident or by some other means, because I recognize that the sanctity of life is a living value we choose daily. Read the rest of this entry
Jan 16
Sometimes a song just hits home, brings tears and reminds you of life. Georgette, this one is amazing! Thank you, Georgette Jones!
I’m dedicating this to all of my friends who have lost their Mom too. God bless you all.
Jan 14
Earlier today I got caught listening to an audio by a fellow marketer, my daughter asked me why I listen to that stuff when I’m an Internet Marketer and have been for most of the past 14 years. I have to admit, there are times when I wonder why myself. He says all the same kinds of things I say, and sometimes sounds a lot like me when he says it (deeper voice, but I’m sure you know what I mean). Read the rest of this entry
Jan 13
I’m not a football fan, but I’m a fan of anyone who can make kneeling before the Lord a popular and acceptable thing to do. The politically correct crowd who are wishing Tebow would go away, just haven’t figured out the power behind kneeling.
My grandmother spent years kneeling in the same spot beside her bed, wearing out the flooring. Every Christian, the world over knows the power of prayer and how BIG that power can be. It isn’t that we believe in Tebow. We believe in the principle of bowing before the Lord, asking favor in Jesus name, and trusting that favor will be granted. Yes, friends, we believe.
Will the Broncos whoop the Patriots? Maybe, maybe not. Winning may not be God’s design. Losing may be God’s Grace. Who knows what the future will hold? What we do know is, bowing before the Lord is an honorable and powerful way to start the day, begin the game, appreciate a win, or show gratitude for the life we’re given.
Go, Tebow! Your Marketing efforts are working! Keep it up.
Jan 6
Yesterday brought a new internet connection into my life, and a new phone line into my office. Feels good to be back online, accessible to friends and family, and WORKING.
We moved in on New Year’s Eve. That’s right, while everyone else was out partying, we were leaving behind the condo in a great part of town, because the nin-com-poop in the condo below us has a “medical card” and we didn’t like the smell, the contact highs, or the frustration of living above an abusive druggie, who constantly reminded us that his right to smoke took away our right to breath. Read the rest of this entry
