"We are not citizens of this world trying to make our way to heaven;
we are citizens of heaven trying to make our way through this world. That radical insight can be life-changing...we
live as those who are on a journey home; a home we know will have the lights on and the door open and our father waiting for
us when we arrive."
---The Landisfarne, Anglican Digest
If life is a journey, then where are you going?
If you don't know where you are going, then how
do you survive in this crazy, mixed-up, screwed up world?
If the world is against you, then who is for you?
If you are for you, it doesn't matter what "they"
say about you or do to you.
If it doesn't matter what other people think, maybe you learn to accept yourself.
If you accept yourself, then what
you want most in this world, just might be attainable.
If what you want most in this world could be attainable, what's stopping you from living
Diana Hindman - A brief history
Everyone is good at something. I happen to be good
at making my dreams come true. I set goals, work my plans and in the process, I achieve my dreams. Sounds simple
doesn't it? It wasn't always that way.
In 1997, my husband wanted a divorce so he could marry another woman. Fact. At 45, I had to start my life over--with
nothing: no permanent job, no health or life insurance, no savings, with a 12 year old son to raise alone. Scared?
You bet! Scared about our future, scared every other weekend that the stability of my ex-husband's new family would
convince the court my son should live with his father. Then I'd have no reason to wake up in the morning, no purpose
to get out of bed, maybe the world wouldn't care if I checked out---
I was suffering from the BIG 3 Ds -- debt, divorce and depression.
What saved me?
When I didn't love myself,
I never once doubted that God loved me. He numbered the very hairs on my head, His grace and mercy sustained me.
When I couldn't move, He gave me a sunrise every morning. When it hurt so much from crying to even breathe, He kept
me alive and I still opened my eyes every morning without fail.
A few months into my new life, I got a crazy dream. That in five years, after my son graduated from high school, I would
The fact that I had
a good job, but still lived paycheck to paycheck, and no savings in the bank for a rainy day, didn't stop me from concocting
the far-fetched idea that I was going to move to Hawaii! From a rural, small town in Ohio, I was going to leave it all
behind and move sight unseen to a place I'd never been to before.
I had a dream and that dream gave me hope. As a ray of sunshine illuminates what it touches, hope was a ray of light
within. A tiny spark of hope in my heart and soul kept my extraordinary dream alive.