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“When you’ve lost it all, that’s when you finally realize that life is beautiful” is a quote from someone you might not think you’d see mentioned in this kind of blog. It’s from Nikki Sixx, otherwise known as the mastermind behind Motley Crue.

It’s an amazing thing to me that so many times when we look at the stories of people’s lives, there is that point where they lost everything. They were completely stripped raw and bare, yet they didn’t let that kill them, they somehow managed to still see the beauty in what was around them. Then there are those who allow those times to kill them, and their lives from that point on are tainted with the stain of what happened to them.

Whenever I think about someone who held on to the tatters of his life, to the ragged strips of his dream, I think of Joseph. His story, his life story, continually amazes me no matter how many times I read it.

He was a dreamer no doubt about it, and possibly an arrogant one at that. Yet, his dreams came to him. He did not sit around and think about how he would like to gain power and prominence in a position that would allow him to be the giver of life for his family.

No, he went to bed, went to sleep and his dreams came to him. And it wasn’t just one dream about the sheaves of grain with his standing taller than the rest. He had a second dream in which the sun, the moon and the stars bowed down to him.

At this point most of us would think, out of our very modern perspective, that the dreams came out of his subconscious and were manifestations of his own ego.

Sounds like a good argument, except he seemed to believe that they would somehow come true, that they actually meant something and so did his brothers.

Usually when you encounter someone who’s willing to step out and say something like, ‘I dreamt this or that’ it’s because they’ve had experiences with their dreams that have led them to know, not just believe but know, that some of their dreams have credence beyond what’s going on in their subconscious.

They’ve seen aspects of their dreams come true, they’ve been able to work out issues in their dreams that overflow into the waking world with success, in short, they’ve learned that sometimes a dream isn’t a dream.

Without this background, no one in their right mind is going to step out, wave their hands in the air and proclaim that they’re a freaky dreamer. Because back then, just like now, when you step out like that, a whole lot of people are going to think you’re a couple sandwiches short of a picnic.

But Joseph knew, and his brothers knew too, that the dreams meant something more than just your average every night dream. So, he was willing to step out and tell them what he dreamt about. Foolhardy? Yes. Arrogant? Yes. Crazy? No.

So what did his brothers do to make sure that his dreams wouldn’t come true? They threw him in a pit, casually ate lunch nearby (you can only imagine his pleading cries) and sold him into slavery to a group of traders who were going into Egypt. When you look at the culture of the time, they sold him into an all but certain death.

And essentially that’s what happened to Joseph, he died. Forget the dreams, forget the fact that he was a favored son, forget everything. He was stripped of all he had ever known or had, and to make matters worse, he didn’t even own himself anymore.

Yet, this is where his life gets really interesting. He still holds on to the dreams. He still holds on to what he knew. Even though he had absolutely nothing, he still held on to what he knew was beautiful, his God. And he knew his God so well that He knew His God would follow through on the dreams that He gave him and make them a reality.

There are times, for some of us, in which God either takes away everything we have or allows it all to be taken away. Either way, it’s how we respond that matters. If we have nothing would we still say, ‘Blessed be the name of the LORD, life is beautiful’?

“Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will depart. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be praised.”

Job 1:21 NIV

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Sticky notes by Post It are happiness in a square.

I’m not sure why, but I’ve loved the little pads since they first came out oh so long ago. Now, it seems like no office can truly get by without them.

Do you have something to say to someone else? Just write it on a Post It. Do you have something to say to yourself? Just write it on a Post It.

The fact that they have changed through the years makes them even more endearing. They have been dressed up from their original not so bright yellow, to neon pink among other wonderfully happy colors and now can be found in the shape of hearts and stars as well as squares.

The way they stick together has changed too. You can get them accordion style or just the plain old-fashioned one-at-a- time-stuck-together-at-the-top depending on how you want to take them out of their holder.

They serve a variety of functions in my house. I write notes to my son and stick them on the fridge or the cupboard, knowing they won’t leave a mark when they’ve served their purpose in getting the message across.

I write relevant scripture on them and put them on my bedroom mirror, in my checkbook ( yes, my checkbook which has started to look like a multi-colored butterfly in hues of bright pink, blue, green and yellow in my purse ) and anywhere else that I may look and be reminded that God speaks all the time, everywhere.

We don’t even need a sticky note to let us know that, that the living God who created the universe and everything in it, whether we acknowledge it or not, speaks to us all the time anywhere and everywhere.

And never so much than in His Word, it’s like a book full of sticky notes from God.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

John 1:1

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Breathing. We all do it. All the time. If we didn’t, we’d be dead.

Everything breaths after some fashion, from the plants and their exchange of oxygen for carbon dioxide; to the sea dwellers who pull oxygen out of the water leaving behind a trail of carbon dioxide; to the land inhabitants who extract oxygen out of the air and leave behind their own tale tell trail of Co2.

Depending on whose statistics you look at, healthy adults take anywhere from 12 to 20 breaths a minute, while newborns take closer to 44 breathes a minute. Adult athletes peak out at anywhere from 60 to 70 breaths a minute when they’re exercising, which is far above the average adult’s peak of 35 to 45 breaths per minute during exercise.

But regardless of how often we take a breath, do we get what we need from the air we breath? It depends on how deeply we breath and how effective the oxygen, carbon dioxide exchange is. This is important because we use the oxygen to help fuel our cells.

Just ask anyone who has asthma, emphysema or any other respiratory ailment, and you’ll find out very quickly how precious each breath is. Like many things that spark our realization of what matters, it’s when you can no longer take a breath easily that you understand the importance of each breath and being able to pull that oxygen into your system.

The thought that we are so dependant on gossamer tissue lungs to pull a life sustaining molecule out of the air is more than a little disconcerting. This is especially so when you realize that there is no man made explanation that can effectively discern why our planet holds its oxygen rich atmosphere in place. Yes, we have explanations for the mechanics of it, how it works, but the why of it eludes us.

That is unless you include God in the equation.

Genesis is very clear on the formation of the earth and the atmosphere we exist in, including every breath we take. They all come from God.

Whether we breath deeply from our diaphragm or shallowly from our chest, each breath is a gift from God.

And He gives us this gift whether we accept Him or not.

Why? Because that’s just the way He is.

“The life of every living thing is in His hand, as well as the breath of all mankind.”

Job 12:10

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