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20 things you'll never hear at your funeral. | Sammy Adebiyi

1. You know we really wish she gave less, risked less and served less.

2. Mummy and Daddy had a huge impact on my life because they made so much money. (greatest hits)

3. He had by far the best house and the newest nicest car in the neighborhood.

4. Nobody in the world has ever gone through what He went through.

5. You know what's amazing about this guy? He lived life to the fullest and he did it all on his own. He didn't even need anyone. (friendship) 

6.  She attempted and accomplished so many great things in her life but she never failed once. (fail)

7. My husband was so amazing because he was always right. I never heard him say sorry because He never had to say sorry. (sorry)

8. I wish dad would said he was proud of me less and I never understood why mom wanted to spend so much time with me. (disgraceful dad)

9. She changed the world by pointing out what was wrong with what others were doing. She never played on the team but she was a master critic of the game from the bleachers and the world is a better place for it. (shut up or play)

10. None of us would be here if He hadn't taken life too seriously. We are indebted to the fact that he never laughed, played or had any significant fun. (laugh) 

11. It's incredible how she managed to do great things for God without having to first be faithful in the small insignificant things. (waiting) 

12. My dad was the best in the world because he always made sure we lived way above our income.

13. She was so skinny and wore a size __. He was so ripped! (him)

14. He tried to be the best in the world at what he did and succeeded. There was none better. 

15. She stood for many things and was beloved by everyone. (haters)

16. He was always on fire for God. No deserts, doubts or waiting periods. Just mountain tops. (doubt)

17. Daddy was my hero because I never saw him cry or show weakness
. (dudes)

18. (S)he was so happy and lived a satisfying life because (s)he was GREAT in bed and experienced every sexual pleasure possible. (sex) 

via sammyadebiyi.com

Fellowship Memphis > Our Dream...I love this!!!!! Praying for Fellowship Memphis.......

Our Dream

We do not dream of building a big church. What keeps us up at night is not the prospect of buying forty acres, starting a school or establishing our own Fellowship Memphis sports leagues. We do not get excited about being a silo of truth, where informing people about God and His Son Jesus, and the Holy Spirit becomes the primary mark of our ministry. Information is good, even necessary, but is not the ultimate passion of our hearts. When it comes to the Scriptures, our part of the country has more than enough informed people. What keeps us up at night? What drove us to move our families to Memphis and take on the exhilarating (and sometimes excruciating) task of planting a church in the second most segregated city in the country? Why did we intentionally choose to find a location right in the heart of Memphis, a city which is known for poor education, a higher than normal poverty rate and rampant crime? Because our hearts long to gather, equip and unleash an army of Christ-followers who, in being the church, will leave footprints from Germantown to Mud Island, and from Millington to Mississippi to the glory of God. We dream, even to the point of tears, to provide a medicating balm to the "black eye" of Memphis. From slavery to the assassination of Dr. King and beyond, Memphis has garnered the unfortunate reputation of racism. By standing on the authority of the Bible, and modeling diversity within our walls, we long to be a model to Memphians, the Mid-South and the world of diversity, racial reconciliation and racial harmony. To a world that says blacks and whites worshipping and doing life together in Memphis could never happen, we dream, labor and sacrifice all that we are by the power of the Holy Spirit, and the authority of the blood of Jesus to say, "Yes it can! Yes it will!" Our dreams are big. So big, that they are beyond us. As one author notes, we are dreaming and laboring for a time we cannot see. Our children will see it, though. They'll see better school systems, lower poverty and crime rates, and the destruction of systemic racism. And they will see a common sight - African-American's, White's, Latino's, Asians and beyond doing life with one another. Loving each other. Walking with each other under the banner of the Lordship of Jesus Christ. That's what keeps us up at night.

via www.fellowshipmemphis.org

Seth Godin: Leaders Should Write Their Thoughts Each Day

 

 

A Sister’s Eulogy for Steve Jobs - NYTimes.com.... This is one of the best articles I have read

Laurene got down on her knees and looked into his eyes.

“You can do this, Steve,” she said. His eyes widened. His lips pressed into each other.

He tried. He always, always tried, and always with love at the core of that effort. He was an intensely emotional man.

I realized during that terrifying time that Steve was not enduring the pain for himself. He set destinations: his son Reed’s graduation from high school, his daughter Erin’s trip to Kyoto, the launching of a boat he was building on which he planned to take his family around the world and where he hoped he and Laurene would someday retire.

Even ill, his taste, his discrimination and his judgment held. He went through 67 nurses before finding kindred spirits and then he completely trusted the three who stayed with him to the end. Tracy. Arturo. Elham.

One time when Steve had contracted a tenacious pneumonia his doctor forbid everything — even ice. We were in a standard I.C.U. unit. Steve, who generally disliked cutting in line or dropping his own name, confessed that this once, he’d like to be treated a little specially.

I told him: Steve, this is special treatment.

He leaned over to me, and said: “I want it to be a little more special.”

Intubated, when he couldn’t talk, he asked for a notepad. He sketched devices to hold an iPad in a hospital bed. He designed new fluid monitors and x-ray equipment. He redrew that not-quite-special-enough hospital unit. And every time his wife walked into the room, I watched his smile remake itself on his face.

For the really big, big things, you have to trust me, he wrote on his sketchpad. He looked up. You have to.

By that, he meant that we should disobey the doctors and give him a piece of ice.

None of us knows for certain how long we’ll be here. On Steve’s better days, even in the last year, he embarked upon projects and elicited promises from his friends at Apple to finish them. Some boat builders in the Netherlands have a gorgeous stainless steel hull ready to be covered with the finishing wood. His three daughters remain unmarried, his two youngest still girls, and he’d wanted to walk them down the aisle as he’d walked me the day of my wedding.

We all — in the end — die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories.

I suppose it’s not quite accurate to call the death of someone who lived with cancer for years unexpected, but Steve’s death was unexpected for us.

What I learned from my brother’s death was that character is essential: What he was, was how he died.

Tuesday morning, he called me to ask me to hurry up to Palo Alto. His tone was affectionate, dear, loving, but like someone whose luggage was already strapped onto the vehicle, who was already on the beginning of his journey, even as he was sorry, truly deeply sorry, to be leaving us.

He started his farewell and I stopped him. I said, “Wait. I’m coming. I’m in a taxi to the airport. I’ll be there.”

“I’m telling you now because I’m afraid you won’t make it on time, honey.”

When I arrived, he and his Laurene were joking together like partners who’d lived and worked together every day of their lives. He looked into his children’s eyes as if he couldn’t unlock his gaze.

Until about 2 in the afternoon, his wife could rouse him, to talk to his friends from Apple.

Then, after awhile, it was clear that he would no longer wake to us.

His breathing changed. It became severe, deliberate, purposeful. I could feel him counting his steps again, pushing farther than before.

This is what I learned: he was working at this, too. Death didn’t happen to Steve, he achieved it.

He told me, when he was saying goodbye and telling me he was sorry

via www.nytimes.com

It may the best teacher but ....Experience is a Brutal teacher....."I would rather learn from other people's mistake.......

Lord.... I really want to be teachable. I want to learn from your heart.  I do not want to only learn from  my experience. I want other people to pay my "dumb tax". I want to stand on the shoulder of the generation before me and learn from them. I do not want to tear down a wall before asking why the wall was built.  Lord thank you for my mentors and thank you for the men and women in my life who speak the truth when I do not want to hear it. Lord give me the humility to listen to my teachers. God may  I never stop learning. 

Proverbs 9:9: Give instruction to a wise man, and he will be still wiser; teach a righteous man, and he will increase in learning.

 

"Experience is often a brutal teacher. Experience eats up your most valuable commondity: time. Learning from experience can eat up years. It can steal an entire stage of life. Experienc can leave scars, inescapable memories, and regret. Sure, we will all live and learn. But living and learning dont erase regret. And regret is more than memory. It is more than cerebral. It's emotional. Regret has the potential to create powerful emotion-emotions that have the potential to drive us a person right back to the behavior that created the regret to begin with. If regret can be avoided, It should be".-Andy Stanley from 'The Principle of the Path'

1. Lord make my heart teacheable.
2. Lord give me a new heart daily.
3. Lord my heart is prone to wander.
4.  Lord aid my mind that loves wandering into places where your grace is seems invisible.
5. God feed my soul with your truth daily. 
6. Speak words to my  heart when it is broken oh Lord!!!
7. You only Lord are my rock!!!!!