praise

There is no person on earth so bad that he does not have something about him that is praiseworthy. Why is it, then, that we leave the good out of sight and feast our eyes on the unclean things? It is as though we enjoyed only looking at _ if you will pardon the expression _ a man's behind.

Reality is, Hope and Despair lie in the same places. And they're just a matter of perspective.What changed my perspective, was her.

What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?

Heaven is the only place where prayers are not made.Heaven is God__ throne. And Earth is his footstool.His Angels worships him day and night. There is always praise to him and never a prayer is uttered.

I ate lunch with Keira today. Second day in a row,_ I told him, then winced at how stupid that sounded.Rider__ grin turned into a full smile, transforming his handsome face into the kind of masculine beauty that was like a punch to the chest. __hat__ really good, Mallory._ His voice dropped as he reached over, curving his hand over my arm. There was a near electric rush from his touch. ____ proud of you. For real.__iddiness surrounded my heart as I stared at his large hand, darker than my own. He knew how big that was, and I didn__ feel so idiotic. He got it. He got me. And that meant the entire universe to me.

When you shift conversations and explore the greatness of your team members, you're likely to be a person who creates opportunities for their strength to show up on the job.

Later, long after my grandfather was dead, I would regret that I could never be the kind of man that he was. Though I adored him as a child and found myself attracted to the safe protectorate of his soft, uncritical maleness, I never wholly appreciated him. I did not know how to cherish sanctity, and I had no way of honoring, of giving small voice to the praise of such natural innocence, such a generous simplicity. Now I know that a part of me would like to have traveled the world as he traveled it, a jester of burning faith, a fool and a forest prince brimming with the love of God. I would like to walk his southern world, thanking God for oysters and porpoises, praising God for birdsongs and sheet lightning, and seeing God reflected in pools of creekwater and the eyes of stray cats. I would like to have talked to yard dogs and tanagers as if they were my friends and fellow travelers along the sun-tortured highways, intoxicated with a love of God, swollen with charity like a rainbow, in the thoughtless mingling of its hues, connecting two distant fields in its glorious arc. I would like to have seen the world with eyes incapable of anything but wonder, and a tongue fluent only in praise.

The act of praising and giving thanks to God brings untold blessing.

Be generous with praise and kind words of encouragement. Say __hank you_ when someone helps you. Make colleagues feel welcome when they call or stop to talk with you. If you let others know that they are appreciated, they__l want to give you their best.

You can't be passionate about gratitude and be crippled by ingratitude.

For a wise man, I have been told, once said, __ratitude is best and most effective when it does not evaporate in empty phrases._ But alas, my lady, I am but a mass of empty phrases, it would seem.

Spurgeon challenges us to go to the river of our experience, to pull up bulrushes, and to place them in the Ark of our memory, experiencing again the wonder that allowed our infant faith to flourish.

Most of us forget to take time for wonder, praise and gratitude until it is almost too late. Gratitude is a many-colored quality, reaching in all directions. It goes out for small things and for large; it is a God-ward going.

. . . the humblest, and at the same time most balanced and capacious, praised most, while the crank, misfits and malcontents praised least.

I had such a hard time giving all the glory to God when first accepting Him as Lord. Coming out of a theatre background where there were many applauds and accolades, I suffered from what I call "attention-itis" - the need for recognition. It took many years and much eating of crow before I became conscious of giving all praise to God for my accomplishments.

Be sure that your praise songs are numbered higher than your sorrowful dirges and your utmost hope, firmer than your woeful regrets. Be positive.

He only profits from praise who values criticism.

[Josiah P. Mendum memorial at Paine Hall][He turned] the strait-laced Boston of sixty years ago [into] the enlightened Hub of today, . . . to 'destroy bigotry and uproot the evils of superstition.