work

The Lord__ gracious hand is upon us.We will begin the good work.

There is an overflowing grace, for every great work.

Our place of birth is not so much as important as our place of berth, yet we can't moore. If we do we know our birthplace for the first time.

No matter what we do, each instant contains infinite choices. What we choose to think, to say or to hear creates what we feel in the present moment, it conditions the quality of our communication and in the end the quality of our everyday life. Beliefs and attitudes are made of thoughts. Negative thoughts can be changed and by doing so we create for ourselves more pleasant inner states and have a different impact on the people around us

My whole thing was, if I can put in 5 percent of the effort of somebody getting an A, and I can get a C minus, that__ amazing,_ he explains. __t__ certainly good enough, right? [Then] I can take the other 95 percent of the time and invest it in something I really care about.

The self is also a creation, the principal work of your life, the crafting of which makes everyone an artist.

Not many abilities are inherent. Most are acquired through patient practice, and those that are inherent are enhanced and utilized through practice too.

Laziness is when you accede to the misconception that work is unnecessary.

These thoughts are depressing I know. They are depressing, I wish I was more cheerful, it is more pleasant,Also it is a duty, we should smile as well as submitting To the purpose of One Above who is experimentingWith various mixtures of human character which goes best, All is interesting for him it is exciting, but not for us. There I go again. Smile, smile, and get some work to doThen you will be practically unconscious without positively having to go.

Let us practice the fine art of making every work a priestly ministration. Let us believe that God is in all our simple deeds and learn to find Him there.

Let every man abide in the calling wherein he is called and his work will be as sacred as the work of the ministry. It is not what a man does that determines whether his work is sacred or secular, it is why he does it.

Lay your life down. Your heartbeats cannot be hoarded. Your reservoir of breaths is draining away. You have hands, blister them while you can. You have bones, make them strain-they can carry nothing in the grave. You have lungs, let them spill with laughter. With an average life expectancy of 78.2 years in the US (subtracting eight hours a day for sleep), I have around 250,00 conscious hours remaining to me in which I could be smiling or scowling, rejoicing in my life, in this race, in this story, or moaning and complaining about my troubles. I can be giving my fingers, my back, my mind, my words, my breaths, to my wife and my children and my neighbors, or I can grasp after the vapor and the vanity for myself, dragging my feet, afraid to die and therefore afraid to live. And, like Adam, I will still die in the end.

So you thought you could shit and eat at the same time. How disgustingly convenient.

What do you think I live on, rainwater and daydreams?

Your craft is comprehensive if it represents you.

What a great pleasure to work for your living?

Astray from a deep sleep chronic as I write by phonics, like insomnia I will always live the onyx night for revealing, and, upon it, still I'll steal the bright light of day right away just to keep building at speeds hypersonic.

To enjoy each breathing day, you have to set time aside to play.