Critic vs. Valiant Credit

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. -Theodore Roosevelt

Thank you, R. Todd over at Thoughts from the Front for the timely reminder.
    Be valiant. Anyone can be a critic…Dare to be different.


Marsh Flowers ©Gracie K Harold 2015


Thankful Thursday

Our God…

My reason for Thankful Thursday.
What’s your reason?


A journey of thankfulness. Photo courtesy of Gracie K. Harold and authorized for free domain

Alternating Directions

Alternating Directions

Alternating Directions

Ever feel dizzy by the ever-changing world around you?

I lived life this week in alternating directions, switching gears and gasping for breath just when I finally thought that I had things down.

All in all, it was a good week, just mind-numbing with the hectic pace of life.

As I sit here rocking out to John Fogerty and sipping my mocha, my head is shaking in disbelief, and yet my heart is at peace.

I may have run my body ragged this past week with all of the activity, but I can honestly say that I have intentionally fixed my gaze on the unchanging one.

Past weeks like this would have left me emotionally spent, as if I were grabbing mud with my fingernails in a weak attempt to move forward.

This week, though; this week was different.

I missed two blog posts for the first time ever.

Our only vehicle is broken.

I have traveled many, many miles this week.

I have been physically exhausted.

I am still the beloved child of God.

This week, I was transfixed by the unchanging, stable, gracious and compassionate Abba God.

I discovered the joy that is found in simply being content to be HIS child.

I have officially alternated my direction.

Instead of turning and twisting back and forth, my eyes remained only on HIM.

My situations may be alternating and swirling, but He is not moved.

Be encouraged.

I am the slowest of learners…and it has taken me nearly a decade to finally “own it”.

Beloved one, rest in Him!

25  Of old you laid the foundation of the earth,

and the heavens are the work of your hands.

26 They will perish, but you will remain;

they will all wear out like a garment.

You will change them like a robe, and they will pass away,

27  but you are the same, and your years have no end.

28 The children of your servants shall dwell secure;

their offspring shall be established before you.

 Psalm 102:25-27 ESV

Lightgathering & Fog

Yesterday’s post explained that ancient Hebrew culture viewed sunrise and sunset as “the gathering of the light”.

Here are more images to refresh our souls, and encourage our hearts.

He who gathers the light sees you on your journey, and wishes to be your truest companion.

You never walk alone.

Be encouraged, dear one.

He sees you!

Deuteronomy 33:27, “The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms”

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