The Choice by Max Lucado
IT’S QUIET. It’s early. My coffee is hot. The sky is still black. The world is still asleep. The day is coming.
In a few moments the day will arrive. It will roar down the track with the rising of the sun. The stillness of the dawn will be exchanged for the noise of the day. The calm of solitude will be replaced by the pounding pace of the human race. The refuge of the early morning will be invaded by decisions to be made and deadlines to be met.
For the next twelve hours I will be exposed to the day’s demands. It is now that I must make a choice. Because of Calvary, I’m free to choose. And so I choose.
I choose love . . . No occasion justifies hatred; no injustice warrants bitterness. I choose love. Today I will love God and what God loves.I choose joy . . . I will invite my God to be the God of circumstance. I will refuse the temptation to be cynical . . . the tool of the lazy thinker. I will refuse to see people as anything less than human beings, created by God. I will refuse to see any problem as anything less than an opportunity to see God.
I choose peace . . . I will live forgiven. I will forgive so that I may live.
I choose patience . . . I will overlook the inconveniences of the world. Instead of cursing the one who takes my place, I’ll invite him to do so. Rather than complain that the wait is too long, I will thank God for a moment to pray. Instead of clinching my fist at new assignments, I will face them with joy and courage.
I choose kindness . . . I will be kind to the poor, for they are alone. Kind to the rich, for they are afraid. And kind to the unkind, for such is how God has treated me.
I choose goodness . . . I will go without a dollar before I take a dishonest one. I will be overlooked before I will boast. I will confess before I will accuse. I choose goodness.
I choose faithfulness . . . Today I will keep my promises. My debtors will not regret their trust. My associates will not question my word. My wife will not question my love. And my children will never fear that their father will not come home.I choose gentleness . . . Nothing is won by force.
I choose to be gentle. If I raise my voice may it be only in praise. If I clench my fist, may it be only in prayer. If I make a demand, may it be only of myself.I choose self-control . . . I am a spiritual being. After this body is dead, my spirit will soar. I refuse to let what will rot, rule the eternal.
I choose self-control. I will be drunk only by joy. I will be impassioned only by my faith. I will be influenced only by God. I will be taught only by Christ. I choose self-control.
Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. To these I commit my day. If I succeed, I will give thanks. If I fail, I will seek his grace. And then, when this day is done, I will place my head on my pillow and rest.
From When God Whispers Your Name, Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 1999) Max Lucado
May I Go? – By Susan Jackson
May I Go? Do you think the time is right? May I say goodbye to pain filled days and endless lonely nights?I’ve lived my life and done my best, an example tried to be. So can I take that step beyond, and set my spirit free?I didn’t want to go at first, I fought with all my might. But something seems to draw me now to a warm and living light.I want to go, I really do; it’s difficult to stay. But I will try as best I can to live just one more day. To give you time to care for me and share your love and fears. I know you’re sad and afraid, because I see your tears. I’ll not be far, I promise that, and hope you’ll always know, That my spirit will be close to you wherever you may go. Thank you so for loving me. You know I love you too, And that’s why it’s hard to say goodbye and end this life with you.So hold me now just one more time and let me hear you say, Because you care so much for me, you’ll let me go today.
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross:
“Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from.”
Prayer for the World – Rabbi Harold Kushner (2003)
Let the rain come and wash away the ancient grudges, the bitter hatreds held and nurtured over generations. Let the rain wash away the memory of the hurt, the neglect.Then let the sun come out and fill the sky with rainbows. Let the warmth of the sun heal us wherever we are broken.Let it burn away the fog so that we can see each other clearly.So that we can see beyond labels,beyond accents, gender or skin color.Let the warmth and brightness of the sun melt our selfishness.So that we can share the joys and feel the sorrows of our neighbors.And let the light of the sun be so strong that we will see all people as our neighbors. Let the earth, nourished by rain, bring forth flowers to surround us with beauty. And let the mountains teach our hearts to reach upward to heaven.Amen.
Prayer for Balance — Lynn Andrews
Oh, Great Mother, As I look our across the desert,Green from rain,And the mountains in the distance,I ask that you give me guidance along my path of heart,I ask that you help me to understand my powers of creativity.As the clouds above me cast shadows on the desert floor,I know that I have often lost my way,And when the shadow aspects of myself diminish my life,I become afraid.Oh, Great Mother, Take my hand,Help me to see the trail So that I may find my way home.I am often tired these days,I think sometimes that I will be bereft of Balance forever,That there is no one to help me.But as I look at the great mountains in the distance,As their silhouette is etched against the sky With such clarity,I know that somewhere in my heart I have known such clarity before, And that you are there for me.It is only me that sometimes refuses to see you.And I will open my eyes now, And I will see your face,Just as the sunlight bursting through the clouds Illuminates the flowers all around me.I will begin to shine as they do.I am flowering for you, Great Mother,I am lending my beauty to the universe for a short time.And I realize that this life is a process Of seed and stalk and growth and flowering,And then death.But death is only a rebirth back into spirit, a rebirth back into life. And you may call me anytime, Great Spirit,Back into your arms. So I am here for you, Great Mother,I am here for you, Great Spirit, I am like a hollow log With your love and your energy flowing through me Forever.Help me to walk in beauty and power All the days of my life.Ho.
© Lynn V. Andrews, Woman at the Edge of Two Worlds