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More than likely, we have all heard someone tell us to stop wallowing in self-pity and keep going—no matter what. They urge us to walk forward in life and not falter.


In other words, take to the road and trudge in the right direction!



Ugh! That can be a lonely path.

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It may involve hiking around vast complications. Let’s admit it. Life has a bad habit of tossing unwanted stuff in front of us. Hopefully, during trials, we learn to grab the good, cherish it, and skirt around the avoidable bad occurrences.



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But while dealing with adversities, we also add to our bundle of knowledge and skills, gain confidence, and eventually see the top of the mountain. And along with many prayers, trials, and errors, we can achieve the ability to process our past and see where complications drove us forward or changed our course. And we might be able to figure out how to improve our future steps.






But what is another result of nurturing that determination to keep climbing—instead of wallowing in self-pity?A Father Son Walk 2


Learning to persevere provides us with the skill to reach out to others and urge them forward. What a huge gift from God!

How many timA Father Son Walk 3es do we ignore it?

Nobody has all the answers for every situation, but you might have the right response for people placed in front of you—those who need your encouraging words and gentle understanding, in order to handle the trials of their lives.

We cannot ignore this gift. Let us smile and give our know-how to others.

“My soul followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth me.” Psalm 63:8 KJV



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High-pitched screams interrupted the careful, final strokes of my paintbrush. Forgetting the wall I was painting, I whirled toward the front door. Yellow paint splotched my clean shirt.

The screams came from the neighbor’s yard.

With my dripping paintbrush posed in the air, no makeup on my face, and my heart in my throat, I jerked open the door.

It was the child across the street. I saw little legs running as fast as they could go. Screams of glee alternated with explosive giggles.

I heard a man’s deep voice yell, “Okay, it’s your turn! I’ll do the counting this time.”

Hide and seek. The man was playing hide and seek with his three-year-old. “One, two, three ….”

Since when does a grown man play hide and seek in his front yard? What kind of an idiot is he? Doesn’t he realize people will see him—hear him? They are driving past his house as he leans against an oak tree with his face buried in his elbow! Doesn’t he know they’re all wondering what he’s doing?

Has he lost his mind?

No, the man has let down the wall protecting his self-image. He’s taking the risk that someone might see him acting like a child. He’s not ashamed. And just think of the wonderful memories that child will cherish in the future.

I closed the front door and caught sight of my imperfect reflection in the hall mirror. Yikes! I’m glad I didn’t go running out into the yard. I didn’t know that yellow paint streaked my nose and forehead.

That got me to thinking about the true images we actually reveal to others. Are we hurting others and ourselves by only showing the image considered perfect, by the world’s standards?

How high is the wall protecting your self-image as a mature adult? What does it really hurt to let it crumble?

We are so careful to preserve the images we have built up around us. Should we practice letting them drop? How many blessings do we miss or fail to bestow on others because we frantically hold in place the high wall of self-image. We brace our hands and self-will against it, add more mortar to it, pack it tight with bright smiles, and make sure it stands in place when we walk away. We can’t let it crumble!

I’m guilty. Don’t worry, I’m fussing at myself. Many times I’d like to hide, seek safety among a crowd, and not stand out.

It takes a lot of guts to let down your guard and be totally yourself. God knows us. He knows our insecurities and strong points. He accepts us, and it’s only his opinion that really counts. I need to remind myself of that fact. Do you?

If I have a crazy-hair day, and dare to venture into the grocery store, but then smile at a lonely, elderly person in the store, who cares? God does. He notes our smile in his records. I’m sure the lonely stranger goes home with a warmer feeling in their heart because someone brightened their day. And I bet they don’t recall that my hair resembled the back of crazed, wild hog.

So, shake off the constricting walls around your self-image and go forth with a smile! Ahh, I’m trying to. 🙂

Please, leave your comments below and have a great day—in spite of your hair or lack … nope, won’t go there. You look stunning!


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