James 1:12
1 Peter 5:4
Most importantly, I am a child of God. I am working toward my heavenly crown; but while I am here, God has given me a mortal crown. I am important. I am unique. There is only one of me, and I will remind myself to put on my crown each morning.
My problems arise when my crown becomes precariously unbalanced. When it slips down over my eyes so that my sight grows too dim to see my blessings, I will reach up and adjust it.
When it falls down over an ear so that I don't take the time to listen, I want to take the time to put it back in it's place.
I have Salvation.
I have a man who loves me.
I have a little boy who calls me "Mom" (about 200 times a day).
I know many little people who call me "Aunt Glenda".
I have Friday mornings to spend with my sister.
I have sweet family and friends who are always there for me.
And all these reasons are more than enough to make me hold my head up high enough to wear a crown.
Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love him.
And when the chief Shepherd shall appear, ye shall receive a crown of glory that fadeth not away.
Always Wear Your Invisible Crown.
I was shopping (something I don't do very often) and saw this quote on a sign, and it has remained in my memory since.
Sometimes I have to remind myself of my redeeming qualities. Everyday life and the stresses that come with it can sometimes be a drag to my self-esteem. I get tired. I get weary. I get frustrated. I get grouchy. I want to go hide for just a little while.
And I forget that I am working in exchange for my crown. I am the queen of my humble family abode. I am the wife of a tough, marshmallow-hearted man. I am the mother of the most precious boy I've ever known.
I was shopping (something I don't do very often) and saw this quote on a sign, and it has remained in my memory since.
Sometimes I have to remind myself of my redeeming qualities. Everyday life and the stresses that come with it can sometimes be a drag to my self-esteem. I get tired. I get weary. I get frustrated. I get grouchy. I want to go hide for just a little while.
And I forget that I am working in exchange for my crown. I am the queen of my humble family abode. I am the wife of a tough, marshmallow-hearted man. I am the mother of the most precious boy I've ever known.
Most importantly, I am a child of God. I am working toward my heavenly crown; but while I am here, God has given me a mortal crown. I am important. I am unique. There is only one of me, and I will remind myself to put on my crown each morning. My problems arise when my crown becomes precariously unbalanced. When it slips down over my eyes so that my sight grows too dim to see my blessings, I will reach up and adjust it.
When it falls down over an ear so that I don't take the time to listen, I want to take the time to put it back in it's place.
I have Salvation.
I have a man who loves me.
I have a little boy who calls me "Mom" (about 200 times a day).
I know many little people who call me "Aunt Glenda".
I have Friday mornings to spend with my sister.
I have sweet family and friends who are always there for me.
And all these reasons are more than enough to make me hold my head up high enough to wear a crown.
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