When God leads you to the edge of the cliff, trust Him fully and let go, only one of two things will happen,  either He'll catch you when you fall, or He'll teach you how to fly!   See Revelations 3:8


"Majestic fir trees wrapped in a blanket of snow;
Deer running through the meadow;
Daffodils sprouting in random bouquets in the field; 
There is solace in the certainty that spring follows winter." ~ Jo Lyn Cornelsen
Finding God in the Park

Abe was fiercely independent even at the age of 85, but after a mild stroke his son insisted that he move in with him. Abe missed going to the park near his old apartment and one Saturday he set out to find it. When he became disoriented, he asked a young boy where the park was. The boy, named Timmy, said that he`d like to take Abe there, but that he didn`t have time because he was out looking for God. Timmy said he needed to talk to him about why his parents were getting a divorce.

"Maybe God is in the park," said the old man. "I`d like to talk to him too about why he has made me useless." And so they set off together to find God.

At the park Timmy began to cry about the divorce and Abe held his face in both hands and looked him straight in the eyes. "Timmy, I don`t know why bad things happen, but I know it`s not because of you. Your parents love you and you`ll be OK."

"Are you sure?"

"I`m sure."

Timmy gave Abe a big hug and said, "I`m so glad I met you. Thanks. I think I can go now."

From across the street Timmy`s mother had seen them hug so she approached him and in a worried voice said, "Who was that old man?"

"I think he`s God," Timmy said.

"Did he say that?" the mother demanded.

"No, but when he touched me and told me I`m going to be OK, I really felt better. I think only God can do that."

When Abe got home, his son in a scolding voice asked, "Where were you?"

"I was in the park with God," Abe said.

"Really? What makes you think you were with God?"

"Because he sent me a boy who needed me, and when the boy hugged me I felt God telling me I wasn`t useless."
"I love you! I really like the quote on the bottom of the home page. 'Sometimes the only thing holding us back is ourselves.'

"Once we get out of our own way and step aside, Christ's power of the Atonement can heal us. I'm a witness of that. I love you mommy!"
From a Linked-In conversation: 

"Kimball, my guess is, your layoff after decades of stellar performance wasn't about you personally - you were paid for the work you did, and that was your thanks. The layoff was more likely a matter of the company refocusing in a changing world. The domino effect of sustained economic stress is pretty brutal, hitting even the best of companies and the best of employees.

Decades of working in a specific way creates deeply ingrained thought and behavior patterns that may be difficult to shift when the need arises - which is NOW. That's where your self doubt comes from.  YOU are the same energetic, responsible, creative, dedicated person, but your energy patterns are stuck in what used to work for you.

It's the world that has changed.  You still have within you the ability to let go of the old world and step into a new, more exciting and vibrant one. The need to do so is unfamiliar, and hence, uncomfortable.  It doesn't mean you are any less capable, talented, or powerful.  Here's a tool that can help anyone work through such a transition and come out "whole" on the other side:


The 2010 Tapping World Seminar is in progress now, with 20 online seminars in 10 days... we personally benefited greatly by streaming into them last year.

If you're new to Energy Therapies - you'll feel a bit wierd tapping your fingertips on the energy meridians of your own body - but hey - they have enlisted some of the worlds best therapists who are offering their time at No Cost - what do you have to lose?


An event occurs - which we perceive, and we have a thought and an emotion regarding that event. The more the event affects us personally, the stronger the emotion.  Thoughts, emotions and perceptions combined, create a belief (self-doubt vs self confidence?).  It's a simple but powerful formula that can be used to change our results.  

Change is an opportunity for growth - you have time freedom now - do something wonderful with it!"  
Jo Lyn

"Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings." - Victor Hugo
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” -  Mary Ann Wiliamson
Challenges in life offer many opportunities to face the "dark night of the soul". These dark nights are blessings that wake us up to awareness of the power of our inner being - our spirit. I am constantly amazed at the power I have found within my soul - once I opted into living life to the fullest. All things begin at the spiritual level before they can manifest into the physical. Therefore, whatever we focus on, we get more of. 

God did not send us here to "survive" life. He sent us to explore the power of the spirit over the physical... and to explore the joy of being creators. Our mission is to discover our gifts and give them for the benefit of all. 

Some of my favorite books for personal growth: "Remembering Wholeness" by Carol Tuttle; "Power vs Force" by David Hawkins; "Energy Medicine" by Donna Eden; "Secrets of the Millionaire Mind" by T.Harv Eker; and "Hidden Messages of Water" by Emotu. 

"Only when we come understand that our purpose is more than the struggle to survive, do we become able to fully share the gifts we were born with and create something wonderful." - Jo Lyn Cornelsen

This was forwarded to me from the Early to Rise newsletter
published at www.earlytorise.com. I've heard the story before in church - it's a great New Year reminder to focus on things that are most important in life...

"A philosophy professor and his student stand in a warehouse. A large
tin bucket and several boxes are in front of them.

The professor picks up a box that contains large rocks, each one about
four inches in diameter, and pours them into the bucket. The stones
reach the top of the bucket, and he asks the student if it is full.

"It is," the student replies.

The professor takes another box, this one containing stones about one
inch in diameter, and pours them over the rocks in the bucket. The
smaller stones fill in the spaces between the rocks. Again, he asks
the student if the bucket is full.

The student looks and says, "It is."

The professor then pours in the contents of a third box, this one
containing small pebbles. Again, the student looks in and agrees that
the bucket is full.

Finally, the professor pours a box of sand on top of the rocks,
stones, and pebbles. And once more, for the fourth time, the student
has to acknowledge that the bucket is full.

"The lesson," the professor tells the student, "is to do the most
important thing first, and each lesser thing in order of its priority.
In this way, you will be able to fill up your life four times, instead
of just once. If you do the unimportant things first, you'll be
filling your bucket with sand... and there won't be room for anything

This was forwarded to me from the Early to Rise newsletter
published at www.earlytorise.com. I picked it out as a New Year
reminder of the things that are most important in life...
(author unknown)

"In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.  Their father was gone.

My boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two.    Their Dad had never been much more than a presence the feared.  Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.   He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.  Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.

If there was a welfare system in effect in southern  Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.

I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.  The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.

No luck.

The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.

Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town,  was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.   It was called the Big Wheel.An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids.  She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning.  She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.

 I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people.  I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.

That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.

As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.  One bleak fall morning, I d ragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat.

 New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered.

I made a deal with the local service station.  In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.

I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids ... I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair. 

 On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.  A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.  The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.

 When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.  I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.  Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.  Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!

I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.  Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.  And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.

As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.  And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.

Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....

 THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:

 1. 'Yes!'

 2. 'Not yet.'

 3. 'I have something better in mind..'

God still sits on the throne.  You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.

My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, and I picked you. Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed.

 This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:....

Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power. Amen."

I know I picked more than four, so can you.