Once again, we reach back into the hallowed halls of Twitterdom to retrieve a few of Foster Dog’s micro-adventures from years past. Follow us at http://twitter.com/joeycope Watching White House Easter Egg Roll on TV, Foster Dog noted, “Much more entertaining if they would roll squirrels – or even the kids.” When told that her degree [...]
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Another look at Foster Dog tweets from the olden days – a couple of years ago. Follow Foster Dog and me on Twitter (http://twitter.com/joeycope). This set of tweets comes from Spring 2010. Lightning crashed. Thunder rolled. “Think I’ll come inside,” Foster Dog said. “You know. So you guys won’t be scared.” Apparently, the savings [...]
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
These are past tweets from Foster Dog’s venture into Twitterdom — through my account. She’s been asking for her own Twitter account. What do you think? So how did you talk Foster Mom into the organic dog food? I asked. Have you never gazed into my lovely blue eyes? Foster Dog queried. In the [...]
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Another look at Foster Dog tweets from the past — winter 2010. You can follow Foster Dog and me at http://twitter.com/joeycope. Pressing for a recall of that ball I chase, Foster Dog confided. Problem? I ask. Sometimes it just lies there, she says. When told that Phil Schubert was new ACU president, Foster Dog quipped, [...]
Friday, December 9, 2011
A continuation of Foster Dog tweets from early 2010. Follow Foster Dog and me at Twitter. Foster Dog retracts earlier tweet for clarity. Devil pacts cause earthquake!? Not even dogs buy that one. God, tho, even loves the confused. Speak any foreign languages? Foster Dog asked. A little Spanish, I say. How about you? Malamute, [...]
Sunday, December 4, 2011
A continuation of the replay of tweets and Facebook posts from years past. This group comes from December 2009. Follow Foster Dog and me at http://twitter.com/joeycope! With Christmas over, Foster Dog considers weight loss options. Doing away with Foster Dad seems most likely avenue for success. Foster Dog: Taking Foster Dad on a walk [...]
Sunday, July 31, 2011
A continuation of Foster Dog adventures in Tweetdom (Twitter) from a couple of years ago. Understanding there will be openings, Foster Dog applies for NTSA webmaster job. How hard could it be NOT to post classified information? President Obama humbly states others are more deserving of Nobel Prize. Foster Dog gratefully blushes in her own [...]
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Continuation of Foster Dog tweets from our archives. Tweeted around Christmas 2009. Thinking conspiracy theory, Foster Dog wonders if there is a sinister connection between “swine flu” & “when pigs fly.” End times material? After patiently waiting for snow for 2 days, Foster Dog brands local weathercaster as charlatan. Hours practicing flake-frolicking wasted. New cushion [...]
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
A continuation of Foster Dog tweets from our archives (circa Thanksgiving a couple of years ago): Celebrating near-freezing temps, Foster Dog proclaims “Squirrels Play Free” Day. No need to leave warm cushion, she explains. Unless . . . “Squirrels Play Free” Day a scam, local tree rodent union boss warns. Foster Dog licks lips, wags [...]
Friday, May 20, 2011
A continuation of Foster Dog Tweets from our archives: Foster Dog to sue Veterinarian General over claim that chocolate is bad for dogs. Settlement possible if extra jerky treats are endorsed. Turned away at polls, Foster Dog mounts a 1-canine campaign against discrimination. Phone efforts dismal. Paw too large to dial cell phone. Foster Dog [...]
Hope seen . . . slowly softens the crust of worry. Hope celebrated . . . melts worry away. Melted worry is the compost that feeds faith and destiny.
An abundant life is not one free from worry, but one filled with hope.
Have you ever been in a really big hurry?
Have you ever been in a really big hurry . . . and everything seems to go wrong?
You drop your keys just as you get to the door. You leave your phone on the nightstand. You hit “reply to all” on the email that should have gone to one discreet individual. You can’t seem to hit the trash can with that one wad of paper. You find yourself face-to-face with the one person you don’t “really have time to deal with.”
Frustration builds inside. Anger, dismay, and depression grow like grass in a flower bed. What can you do? What is the most effective action step for the moment.
Slow down.
That’s it. Slow down. Take a breath. Whisper a prayer. Hum a song.
Slowing down allows tension to melt away. Slowing down allows your emotions to moderate. Slowing down allows you to gain control . . . by easing your grip.
So, slow down . . .
“Constantly Pleasant.”
That’s how she was described. Not a person attending the memorial service would have disagreed.
As I sat and listened to the accomplishments of this remarkable person, I was somewhat awestruck by the thought that I had been blessed to know an individual who touched so many and did so much . . . while being constantly pleasant.
What if I could become constantly pleasant? What would that change? How would I change?
Thanks, Colleen. For being constantly pleasant. It’s just one of many ways that God shone through you.
If you’ll just let go, your hands will be free to . . .
If you’ll let go . . . empty your hands of things and your heart of worries . . . you’ll be delighted with what you find in those sacred hollows.
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