Ecclesiastes 9:10-a “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might;”
Colossians 3:17 – “And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.”
I have, by my own choice, become a writer. I expose my thoughts and publish them for the world to read, critique, appreciate and condemn. I teach business training seminars to people who, in many cases, are intellectually and technically more qualified than I am.
My nature and temperament would probably lead in a choleric manner, with a secondary trait not far behind, that favors melancholy. This results in burst of speed from the one dimension of my makeup. Then, smoking brakes as the melancholy side skids my vehicle back into control. By this time the marbles in the cavity where we store grey matter (some more, some less) known as the brain, are spinning erratically in circles and semi-circles! The battle’s on! Do any of you relate to at least some of these emotions? Good! Because misery loves company!
Now it’s time to have a chat with my biggest, best, and most loyal fan. My little wifee. Lil. Wifee Lil attracted me as a good prospect for a life’s companion because, at the tender age of 15, in junior high school, I was sure I had found the right match. It appeared, according to my adolescent appraisal, a match made in heaven. She was the artsy, poetic, calm, stable individual, whom I was sure would be a very helpful sailing mate on the sea known as life. I couldn’t have been more right. However, there were to be years. Years. Of testing and trying. There were times we both thought the outlook was dismal. And indeed, it was. And her task was great (mine, too). If tests and trials make perfect, then we indeed must have arrived. At Perfect.
What does this tale of romance have to do with enthusiasm? Lots. Both of us were knocked flat on our derriere, in a wet muddy puddle, more often than we can recall. I had to remove her from a gold-trimmed ivory throne that my finite understanding was sure, absolutely SURE, was what I desired. She, in turn, had to venture out on the perilous ship her husband had constructed for our journey. No lifeboat. No life jackets. Almost out of cash for provisions. OK, honey, let’s sail. Wisely, she stayed in port for a few of the adventures. Today we live on dry land. In the foothills of the Canadian Rockies in an unfinished handcrafted cabin, with stellar views.
Normal? No, not normal. In 1955 they were short a “normal” mould. So, Donald just may not be perfectly normal. Folks, most of the time I’m ok with things the way they are. Then, in our goofy way, we encourage people to be enthused! So do yourself a favour. Be enthused!
Love y’all,
Bill ‘n’ Lil aka Don + Lucille
