Maybe it’s ignorance or maybe it’s curiosity, but how did they know what time it truly was when the clock was finally invented?
Was it midday? Or was it midnight?
Okay, I’m going to talk about Tom Cruise a little bit, so bear with me. I once dubbed Tom the greatest actor to ever grace a screen, but what I loved most about him was what he did off-screen and here are a few examples:
^ Zac Efron said that Tom taught him to ride a bike. Tom has to find time to do that.
^ Tom never forgets birthdays.
^ Billy Wilder was some sort of legendary director. There’s a long story in there, but to make it short, Tom would just listen to his stories and write him notes. When Billy passed away in 2002, Tom was at the memorial and he let everyone know how much he loved Billy.
^ Another boy was supposed to be the kid set to steal the show in Jerry Maguire, but he eventually left and Jonathan Lipnicki replaced him. A few weeks later, the boy’s mom calls Cameron Crowe (the director) to tell him to thank Tom for helping her son transition back to his normal life by sending letters and gifts. Crowe couldn’t get over why Tom didn’t tell everyone, but there was no need to shout a good deed from the rooftop.
What’s the moral of some of those stories? You don’t always need money to help someone. Sometimes, all someone might need is a listening ear or a word of advice or even a little bit of your time. Your thoughtfulness. And what if it’s money? If you’re being led to help someone by giving them money, do not selfishly give to feel better about yourself for we should give without sparing (Proverbs 21:26) while delighting in the Lord (Psalm 37:4).
Some of us are only willing to help someone in need when a reward is involved (Matthew 6:2), but our giving shouldn’t be advertised on a billboard (Matthew 6:4) as it’s supposed to be a thanksgiving to God (2 Corinthians 9:11).
We do not always know what someone may need but do not assume that it’s always money. Ask God for help to give wisely.
September 23rd: Non sequitur
Write a post about anything you’d like, but be sure to include this sentence somewhere in the final paragraph: “He tried to hit me with a forklift!”
At the moment, I am not inspired to write any stories, but I have this on my mind:
The superhero shook his head in disdain, “I know it’s something that we’re probably going to look back on later and laugh, but I still can’t believe he tried to hit me with a forklift!”
Ah, I got nothing… but they did say I could write about anything I want, so… heyyy Superman. 🙂
September 24th: Standstill
For a moment today, time stands still — but you can tweak one thing while it’s stopped. What do you do?
Get more sleep of course!
September 25th: Celebrate good times
You receive some wonderful, improbable, hoped-for good news. How do you celebrate?
As I always do: by thanking God. Without Him, nothing is possible.
You’re asked to nominate someone for TIME’s Person of the Year. Who would it be, and why?
I saw today’s prompt and thought of this…
My creation for a story that I did some Tuesdays aback.
Anyways, that’s old news. My TIME’s Person of the Year goes to Jérôme Jarre. Jarre is using his social media platform to bring awareness to the drought which caused a famine in Somalia that affected about 5 million people. I love reading his Twitter updates and seeing him interact with the locals. He has impressed me a lot. It’s nice to see young people doing good. 🙂
Short Story #16
Pepe thinks he will have plenty of time to tell Jezelle he may be interested in more than just friendship. He believed that they were soulmates and that their fate was written in the stars.
Then suddenly, time seems to be slipping away from his fingers because he is standing in front of well-wishers as a best man at Jezelle’s wedding. It seems completely unreal and he distinctly thinks if only he didn’t leave to further his studies in Switzerland to become a better person and to earn wealth. If only he only had more time to tell her his feelings, then she wouldn’t have been getting married to his best friend today.
When the priest asks if anyone objects to the union and to “speak now or forever hold your peace,” Pepe looks at the bride and she looks at him, a fleeting moment passing between them. He doesn’t object and when the couple kisses and became a new union, his heart sinks and shatter quite unexpectedly.
I didn’t know what I was going to write today until I was going through the Ideas folder on my pen drive. I came across this title and immediately thought of Depeche Mode’s ‘It’s No Good’ and viola! I had my Sunday short! 🙂
I’m going to take my time
I have all the time in the world
To make you mine
It is written in the stars above
The gods decree
You’ll be right here by my side
Right next to me
You can run, but you cannot hide
Don’t say you want me
Don’t say you need me
Don’t say you love me
Don’t say you’re happy
Out there without me
I know you can’t be
’cause it’s no good
*** Notes taken during Pastor Phillip’s powerful sermon today (08/04/17). Church was a great blessing today. ❤
God wants us to be like the children of Issachar. For us to understand the time in which we live (1 Chronicles 12:32) and what we ought to do. Know what is going on around you and what it stands for.
If you lack wisdom or understanding, ask God and He will give it to you (James1:5). Now is the time to give our hearts fully to God. All of us have an expiration date meaning that we have no guarantee of tomorrow.
Understanding the time also means understanding WHO YOU ARE. We’re alive today so we can be prepared to meet Jesus when He comes.
Time is at hand, make no mistake. We need to continue to pray fervently.
Do we fully understand the time? Do we know what to do? Jesus said we need not fear the future because our redemption draweth near (Luke 21:28).
All those who have ears let him/her hear. All those who have eyes let him/her see.
Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.
Ten minutes! Wow! What do I write in ten minutes? Okay, the timer starts… NOW!
I still don’t have an idea what to write in the space of ten minutes.
Should I talk about how my day is going? It’s fine, but I am waiting for four o’clock to get out of the office. Should I talk about my co-workers? They’re pretty awesome and they’re probably the best people I’ve worked with in years. I couldn’t have asked for better gals! Should I talk about my new writing project? They’re coming along fine. But you know what they say, too many things to do, too little time.
What should I talk about? How about Wattpad? I recently rejoined the platform and I am enjoying some of the stories. I encourage writers to have a look. What about books? I used to be a massive book hoarder, but I think I’m cured. I don’t buy many books like before and I don’t have a wishlist for 2017. A first.
Oh, look, the time’s up. Gotta go! It was nice being random for ten minutes.
Short Story #2
The following short was written by a dear friend of mine, Linda. It is simply titled ‘Time’ and the moral of the story is quite simple: don’t waste the limited time that you have on this earth and spend time with your loved ones so when you die, you regret nothing knowing that you’ve lived life to the fullest pleasing God. This short touched me when I first read it and had me thinking about my very own life. Without further adieu…
A Timer read 7 days, 2 hours…
Andrew Nelson’s eyes remain riveted to the screen as he flipped channels, stopping at his favorite shows.
The timer read 7 days, 1 hour.
There is a countdown for Andrew’s life, who had just celebrated his fifteenth birthday nearly a week ago. Television was his hobby, and most of his life was spent dreaming about what next awesome show was going to air.
Andrew hadn’t really accomplished many achievements in his life. He did 4H one year, but that wasn’t for him. Sports- the two didn’t mix well. A accomplished scholar-not so much. so much. Andrew was your typical freshman kid-go to school, come home, sit in front of the television, eat, go to sleep, and repeat the whole process again.
“Andy come on down, let’s have a family game!” Andrew’s father called up the stairs.
“I’m a little busy!” Andrew called back, as he slipped in one of his favorite movies.
“Okay, I guess we’ll play without you.” Andrew’s father called back, as his voice drifted away in Andrew’s brain.
“Come on Andy! Let’s go play!” One of Andrew’s little brothers tugged on his sleeve.
“No, just leave me alone! Go and play with someone else.” Andrew snapped, angry at being disturbed.
His little brother looked hurt, as he walked slowly out the door and down the stairs.
The next few days were pretty much the same routine, until…
The timer now read 30 minutes.
Andrew had been rushed to the hospital when he started experiencing chest pains…
The medics worked on him as quickly as they could, a race against time. But this was it, the time that Andrew was assigned to die was coming quickly, too quickly. The thought of what Andrew could have done with his life were running through his head. But it was too late for regrets.
The timer now read 5 seconds, 4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second…
and he closed his eyes in death….
But what if Andrew’s childhood had been different? How could it have turned out in the end?
Andrew excelled at school, but he especially enjoyed extra-curricular activities, enjoyed playing in the school band, and leading a young adult bible study at their church.
When he got home from school, his younger siblings were always excited to see him because he would spend a few minutes with them before making himself a sandwich, giving his mom a boyish smile, and heading upstairs to do his homework.
The timer now read 1 day.
“Come on Andy, let’s go play!” One of Andrew’s little brothers tugged on his sleeve.
“Okay, I’m coming, let me just put my book away.” Andrew said grinning at his brother.
Andrew’s brother jumped up and down excitedly as he waited for his brother.
To spend time together as a family, the Nelsons decided to go to the park and skate around the small pond, that glittered in the Saturday sun. After a few hours of this activity, Andrew began to experience chest pains that seemed to strike mildly, but they still hurt.
As they grew stronger, his parents became worried and called an ambulance. At the hospital the medics began working on him as fast as they could, it was a race against time.
But there was nothing that they could do, it was over.
The timer now read 5 seconds, 4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second…
and he died… His only regret? He had none.
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Take a look around. It’s such a lovely blog! A huge THANK YOU to Linda for allowing me to post her wonderful story here. Are you spending your time wisely?