THE MAN IN THE ARENA

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. Theodore Roosevelt ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I thought I would share a few poem, comments made by different people over the centuries. a lot of theses I had written in side my bible so I would always remember them. from 1992 which theses item are dated when I added them into my bible. of course a lot of them are a lot older than 1992. it is amazing how they seem to come out when you need that little burst of positivity in a world of so much negativity.

ACCEPTANCE

Oh, to know acceptance in a feeling sort of way; to be known for what I am-not what I do or say. it's nice to be loved and wanted for the person I seem to be. but my heart cries out to be loved for the person who is really me!




To be able to drop all fronts and share with another my fears, would bring such relief to my soul, though accompanied by many tears.




When I find this can be done without the pain of rejection, then will my joy be complete, I'll have feelings toward self-correction.




The path to feeling acceptance from God is paved with acceptance here on earth; being valued by others I love enhances my own feelings of worth.




Oh, the release and freedom He gives as I behold his wonderful face-- as he makes my acceptance real in him, and i learn of the meaning of grace.




What a pity it is that so late we find His love need not be earned; as we yield to him all manner of strife a precious truth has been learned.




Then, as we share with others who still search for love, acceptance, and rest; may they find in us the savior's love, and experience the end of their quest.




C.R. Solomon