Blogg owner's note: This likely won't happen often. But today, I'm featuring a young guest blogger who I believe is an up and coming, bright new star. A fresh talent with fresh ideas and a fresh look at life. Ok, it's my daughter, Sera. But, hey, I think she's got talent. One of which is writing. Perhaps she will be as good as her old man one day! She felt badly that she couldn't give me anything for Christmas as she had limited funds and spent them on her young siblings. "All she could give me" she said, "was a poem". She wrote me a poem. An I was so touched I had to share with my readers. It was the best gift I believe I remember receiving, EVER! These are the little tokens we recieve every so often as parents, it makes everything, even the not so good times, so very worth the effort. Thanks, Sera. I love you!
MY ANGEL
By Serina Thomas
December 2008
He's always been there for me through the good times and the bad. He's
been there to comfort me when I'm feeling sad. Every day of my life for almost
15 years, he has been my hero, the one who quiets all my fears.
No matter what the day and no matter what the time, he is ready to stop what
he's doing and help me on a dime. He is my guardian angel, and is also my
best friend. There has never been a problem that my angel can't help mend.
There are songs I hear and movies I love too, and the ones I'm talking about remind me of him through and through.
I always have my angel and I hope I always will, he is the one I'll call to when I feel like nil.
And who is this angel, whe're I'm happy or I'm sad? My angel... My hero...
MY DAD
dedicated to daddy. Merry Christmas, I'll love you always
Serabear
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Just a little further...
I have been training, though I have slacked lately and in need of rededicating myself, for a 5k run in Southern Utah in March to benefit and raise awareness of ALS.
As I said, I have slacked of late, blaming cold weather and lack of time. Just excuses. I need to, and intend to get back at it soon.
Anyhow, I digress. For several weeks, my goal was 1 mile. A far cry from the 3.1 miles I intend to run in March. But, still, you gotta start somewhere. So I mapped out a 1 mile route within my neighborhood and got to work.
The first 2 or 3 weeks of training were rough. It was frustrating because I just couldn't go as long or as far as I wanted. Typically, I would run a couple of blocks, walk a couple of blocks, run, walk, etc..
By the end of the month I had accomplished my first victory. I had run the entire mile without any rests or stop and go at all. Oh, I was so pleased with myself! It wasn't a great time, mind you, but I had made a giant step toward my ultimate goal. The 5k.
Another week or two, I had knocked several minutes off the time it took to run that mile. Several weeks after that, I mapped out a two mile course and started the process all over. Run a little. walk a little..you get the idea. A week or two later, I was able to run just over 2 miles!! Again, a small victory. But for me, a victory none the less.
And now I make my point. Yes, as a matter of fact, I do have one, thank you very much!
Weather a block, a mile or 2 miles or whatever, there was always one constant that I found interesting, but until just tonight, never fully appreciated the lesson that was being taught me.
The constant was this. No matter how far, how long or how fast I ran, I never, ever, ever felt more tired and more like giving in than when I was just a short distant from my "finish line". But I pushed myself that extra distance because I knew how close I was and how disappointed I would be in myself if I fell short, and how totally wonderful I knew I would feel if I just went on a little further.
My close friends know that I have been struggling for some time now with so many personal battles emotionally, physically, and mentally. Most of my battles are completely internal. Some even self inflicted.
Every once in a while, I will humble myself enough to submit to God. To actually tell him "I don't want to run any more, Lord. I can't see the finish line!"
And ever once in a while He lovingly embraces me and says in such a clear, comforting voice, "I can. You're so close. Just a little further.."
I am more and more convinced that so many of the struggles I am facing in my life are becoming more exhausting and difficult to face because the finish line is so close. Greatness is well within my reach. And my adversary does not want me to finish. To reach that goal. To cross that finish line and know that every single drop of sweat, every single tear shed, and there have been quite a few lately, and every sense of loss along the way was so worth it for the prize at the end.
I still have allot of race to run. I know it's not likely to get easier without allot more persistence and effort on my part. That's how we get stronger. I thank my Father in heaven for teaching me that lesson. Although at times I haven't been all to willing to heed. Stupid pride.
Thank you so much to all who have been running right beside me. Dear friends. You know who are. Pushing me on. Silently insisting "Just a little further.." You will never know the strength it has given me. And I love you for that. Greg
As I said, I have slacked of late, blaming cold weather and lack of time. Just excuses. I need to, and intend to get back at it soon.
Anyhow, I digress. For several weeks, my goal was 1 mile. A far cry from the 3.1 miles I intend to run in March. But, still, you gotta start somewhere. So I mapped out a 1 mile route within my neighborhood and got to work.
The first 2 or 3 weeks of training were rough. It was frustrating because I just couldn't go as long or as far as I wanted. Typically, I would run a couple of blocks, walk a couple of blocks, run, walk, etc..
By the end of the month I had accomplished my first victory. I had run the entire mile without any rests or stop and go at all. Oh, I was so pleased with myself! It wasn't a great time, mind you, but I had made a giant step toward my ultimate goal. The 5k.
Another week or two, I had knocked several minutes off the time it took to run that mile. Several weeks after that, I mapped out a two mile course and started the process all over. Run a little. walk a little..you get the idea. A week or two later, I was able to run just over 2 miles!! Again, a small victory. But for me, a victory none the less.
And now I make my point. Yes, as a matter of fact, I do have one, thank you very much!
Weather a block, a mile or 2 miles or whatever, there was always one constant that I found interesting, but until just tonight, never fully appreciated the lesson that was being taught me.
The constant was this. No matter how far, how long or how fast I ran, I never, ever, ever felt more tired and more like giving in than when I was just a short distant from my "finish line". But I pushed myself that extra distance because I knew how close I was and how disappointed I would be in myself if I fell short, and how totally wonderful I knew I would feel if I just went on a little further.
My close friends know that I have been struggling for some time now with so many personal battles emotionally, physically, and mentally. Most of my battles are completely internal. Some even self inflicted.
Every once in a while, I will humble myself enough to submit to God. To actually tell him "I don't want to run any more, Lord. I can't see the finish line!"
And ever once in a while He lovingly embraces me and says in such a clear, comforting voice, "I can. You're so close. Just a little further.."
I am more and more convinced that so many of the struggles I am facing in my life are becoming more exhausting and difficult to face because the finish line is so close. Greatness is well within my reach. And my adversary does not want me to finish. To reach that goal. To cross that finish line and know that every single drop of sweat, every single tear shed, and there have been quite a few lately, and every sense of loss along the way was so worth it for the prize at the end.
I still have allot of race to run. I know it's not likely to get easier without allot more persistence and effort on my part. That's how we get stronger. I thank my Father in heaven for teaching me that lesson. Although at times I haven't been all to willing to heed. Stupid pride.
Thank you so much to all who have been running right beside me. Dear friends. You know who are. Pushing me on. Silently insisting "Just a little further.." You will never know the strength it has given me. And I love you for that. Greg
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Greg's blog. Welcome.
Word's are a powerful thing. They can be a weapon or a tool. Wound or heal. Inflict pain or induce pleasure. Calm or enrage.
A fellow blogger and close friend suggested "Thomas Times" as a title for my blog. How very appropriate. My primary objective is to communicate my thoughts, feeling's, joys and gripes.
At time's my posting's will thoughtful. Sometimes humorous. Occasionally serious and reflective. Perhaps at time's even sarcastic or cynical.
I may share a funny personal experience. A political opinion. Often just random thoughts.
I hope to make my readers laugh. Think. Relate. While also realizing at times I may bore. Irritate, perhaps even offend. If so, I apologize in advance.
In summation, I'd like to share what makes me me via excerpts from my life. That's what this is all about. The "Thomas Times" The life and times of a man they call Greg.
A fellow blogger and close friend suggested "Thomas Times" as a title for my blog. How very appropriate. My primary objective is to communicate my thoughts, feeling's, joys and gripes.
At time's my posting's will thoughtful. Sometimes humorous. Occasionally serious and reflective. Perhaps at time's even sarcastic or cynical.
I may share a funny personal experience. A political opinion. Often just random thoughts.
I hope to make my readers laugh. Think. Relate. While also realizing at times I may bore. Irritate, perhaps even offend. If so, I apologize in advance.
In summation, I'd like to share what makes me me via excerpts from my life. That's what this is all about. The "Thomas Times" The life and times of a man they call Greg.
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