So true!!
Quote form Greg Herder:

Being listened to feels so much like being loved that we can’t tell the difference.” We all know how we feel when someone is really listening to us and asking questions. We feel respected and valued. We feel loved, accepted, validated, and cared for. All of these feelings somehow free us to be ourselves, achieve our highest potential, contribute, and make a difference—in other words, to soar.

And what about the thoughts you have about yourself? Do you listen to yourself? Do you ask yourself clarifying questions? Do you respect and value yourself? Do you help yourself to feel loved, accepted, and cared for by you? Do you free yourself to be yourself, to achieve your highest potential, to contribute, to make a difference, to soar?

At a conference for CEOs led by Richard Boyatsis, author of Primal Leadership, he asked the people to think of someone who had positively influenced us in our lives or careers. We wrote down in general terms how this person related to us in order to produce such a favorable impact. Of the 150 CEOs that participated in this exercise most had identified similar attributes: They listened to me. They encouraged me. They trusted me. They saw a vision of me that I could not see.

We were then asked to recall someone who negatively impacted us, who we would never want to be like or work with again. Once more, we were amazed to have similar stories with common themes: They didn’t listen to me. They didn’t value or appreciate me.

Which type of influence do you want to be? Do you want to bring out the best in people? Or the worst? Do you want to inspire them to accomplish what is significant to you and to them? Do you want to light up the creative regions of their brains? Or do you want them to avoid you at all costs, to withhold help and ideas, or worse—to have their spark extinguished?


PS The frienship post is next

This email forward came to me from Karen via Elizabeth. It is a beautful story of friendship. I just want to take the opportunity to all of you who have been a friend to me. I do love you and you mean so much.
The part that was so neat was when kyle became so liked and more popular than his friend, but without the touch of love given by his friend, nonoe of it would have bben a reality. Kyle"s life would have been so different. Your touch, your love , your care can make such a difference in someones life even if it is ujst for a short time.!!

One day, when I was a freshman in high school,


I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.


His name was Kyle.





It looked like he was carrying all of his books.





I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?





He must really be a nerd.'





I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.





As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.





They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt..





His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him..





He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes





My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.





As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'










They really should get lives.





' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'





There was a big smile on his face.





It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.





I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.





As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before..





He said he had gone to private school before now.





I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.





We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.





He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.





I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
with my friends





He said yes.





We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.





Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.





I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!





' He just laughed and handed me half the books.





Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends..





When we were seniors we began to think about college.





Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.





I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never




be a problem.





He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship..





Kyle was valedictorian of our class.





I teased him all the time about being a nerd.





He had to prepare a speech for graduation..





I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak





Graduation day, I saw Kyle.





He looked great.





He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.





He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.





He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.





Boy, sometimes I was jealous!




Today was one of those days.





I could see that he was nervous about his speech.





So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'





He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.





' Thanks,' he said.





As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began





'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years..





Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach....but mostly your friends....





I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.





I am going to tell you a story.'





I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the
first day we met.





He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.





He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.





He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.





'Thankfully, I was saved.





My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable..'





I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.





I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.





Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.





Never underestimate the power of your actions..





With one small gesture you can change a person's life.





For better or for worse.





God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.





Look for God in others.

Kitchen update November 2009:
I just put away a bunch of the kitchen stuff that is still in boxes and cleared my workspace. I feel like I can do moe and better work.
There will be cabinets where ever you see tables. The tape on the floor marks out the island (4FT x 8FT) It feels so much better in here! More organized and more space!!

An old song that is going thru my head right now.

What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see
When I look upon his face, the one who saved me by his grace
When He takes me by the hand, leads me to the promised land
What a day, glorious day that will be

Check out John's TV stardom!

Taken from Sis. Tracie Smith's blog, Everyone should just go and read the whole article. I was convicted and inspired to do better this morning.

If you think little of a person, you ought to say as little as you think." - Ben Franklin

Earl Wilson, the first black American Leaguer to throw a no-hitter, once said, "If you wouldn't write it and sign it, don't say it."

This is the sight that greeted me as I loked out my window to my neighbors roof this morning. The cat was actually looking right at me and posing!!

Dear Jesus,
I really need a kitchen. Thank you for what you've done so far. I know I can count on you. Thank you in advance!
Love,
Your daughter,
Tina

TFTenney:
I want to be the best nobody God ever used!
This kind of went along with Sis. King's talk at ladies prayer today. Striving for excellence. We must be the best we can be in every aspect of our lives as we are the representatives of Christ.

From this:

to this:

Baked in this:


MUCH FUN and taste good to!!

Desperate or what???!!!!! That's just wrong! How sad. Her 14 year old daughter said her mother is embarassing her.




"We all know that the real estate market is really bad right now, but apparently it’s also very difficult time for finding love.

So, single mom and real estate agent Devon Traboscia came upon a brilliant (or brilliantly crazy) idea of selling her house … and herself on eBay and Craigslist:"

In the ad, Traboscia writes:

"If you want to live the never ending dream and experience the real love, life and the romance you have always felt was a fairytale then this is the vibrant outstanding woman of your dreams! To sweep this European Loving Lady off her feet send in your application right now."

She goes on to say that her four bedroom, 2,000 square-foot home, that will be included in the deal, has "neutral colors, Berber carpet, and upgraded tile".

Thanks Anna for sharing this with me. I did enjoy it and it makes me want to do better.

A Lesson Learned from Ken Blanchard


Dear Anna,
A few years ago I was invited to spend some time with Ken Blanchard at his lake home in upstate New York. Over the last 20 years Ken has probably sold more books than any other business author. His classic, The One Minute Manager, has sold over 10 million copies. He has also built a large training company with the focus on servant leadership and customer service.

I've had the good fortune to meet many successful businessmen, authors, and speakers during my career, but I've never met anyone that "walked the talk" more than Ken. He gets it. The first night of my visit to Ken's lake home, we were sitting on the deck with Humberto, his son-in-law, talking about some ways we could work together. It was about 10 p.m., when all of a sudden Ken jumped up and asked to be excused. He returned about 10:20 and Humberto asked "What happened?" Ken said,

"I can't believe it; I forgot to call Dorothy on her birthday."

Later that night, after Ken had gone to bed, Humberto told me that Dorothy is an 85 year old part time employee for the company. It then dawned on me that at 10 p.m. Ken left to spend almost 20 minutes talking to Dorothy and inquiring about how she had spent her special day. However, after spending more time with Ken over the next year, I came to realize that this was no fluke. This is who he is. The last time while visiting him at his San Diego office, I learned that one of his employees who worked in the warehouse had recently passed away. On that day, Ken had invited the employee's wife to come to his office. When she arrived, he spent an hour walking around with her carrying a tape recorder to record all of the wonderful memories that other employees had of her husband. When the wife left she said it was a day she'd never forget.

You see, what many leaders would have considered a waste of time, Ken saw it as an opportunity to serve and to thank his people. He doesn't do it because it's expected of him, he does it because he truly cares. It comes from his heart, and his people love him for being the servant leader that he is.

This is an old Chinese poem that offers wonderful advice for any leader:

GO to the people
LIVE among the people
LEARN from them
LOVE them.
START with what they know,
BUILD on what they have.
But of the BEST leaders,
When their TASK is accomplished,
Their WORK is done,
The PEOPLE will remark,

"WE HAVE DONE IT OURSELVES."

Taken form Karen Hopper's blog. Something to think about. Maybe reevaluate what's special to us.

"How true it is that in all our losses (the simple and the complex) we find ourselves fretting and worrying about those things we feel are very special to us. But think again, are they all that special or just a glob of melting substance that was there to satisfy our mortal appetite?"