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Your Prison Door Is Not Locked

February 22, 2012 0 Comments

A famous magician once challenged every maximum prison warden in America to lock him up in their most secure cell. ” Within one hour, I shall escape from your cell,” he goaded them.

And so this famous magician went around America one jail at a time, escaping from prison cell after prison cell, no walls, no bar, no locks could contain him until he came to the very last prison where they clamped him in irons and threw him into his cell.

In a short time he was out of his irons and he went to work on the lock with a hair pin he had smuggled in under his tongue. For the remaining 45 minutes he worked furiously on that lock, prodding, picking, twisting and turning… trying all his tricks, but he could not figure out this lock.

His hour was up and our frustrated magician admitted defeat and in exasperation slumped down against the door… it opened… they had never locked door.

Are you fighting to unlock a door that is already open?

2012 Copyright Seven Sentences – Your Spiritual Prison

Hammering in the Rain

February 10, 2012 1 Comment

I see a man bent over and old with a hammer in his hand. It’s dark outside and the cold wet rain is driving in; clinging to hair in filthy wet clumps.

He should be inside, where it’s warm and dry and the fire is lit; but instead he’s outside with that hammer in his hand, bashing in those nails, one cold thud at a time.

Persistence requires that he keeps hammering, even when it’s raining, even when it’s tough and when he feels like giving up.

It’s so much easier to build a house when the sun is shining but this old man has no idea how long it will take for the rain to stop.

So he keeps on hammering in hope, believing in his heart that it’s what you do when it’s raining that really counts.

Never give up, a house is built one nail at a time.

2012 Copyright Seven Sentences – Creative Hope

My Homeless Story in Seven Sentences

August 21, 2011 4 Comments

These Seven Sentences were written by blogger Elise Adams. You can read more of her creative thoughts here and her bio can be found here. Follow Elise on Twitter.

I never thought I’d be homeless, or let someone hit me.

However, I did choose to leave my home, my two jobs and my family… Turning my back on real life for a fantasy turned out to be a bad choice.

Burning bridges behind me, I fell head first into a life of broken promises and outrageous delusions. One day I was finally sick and tired of all the drama.

By then there were two baby girls and the road back home was hard to find. We all didn’t stop spinning until he was arrested right in front of us exactly 4 years ago on August 24th.

2011 Copyright – Seven Sentences – Guest Blogger

Seven Sentences About Mothering

July 3, 2011 2 Comments

“Seven Sentences About Mothering” is bought to you by Molly Campbell. Molly blogs at two different places; check out mollycampbell.com and Charactersinsearchofanovel.com

You think labor is a pain—try cleaning projectile vomit off silk lamp shades.
When they have tantrums in the grocery store, the best strategy is to proclaim loudly that you are “just visiting here from Europe.”
You can use diaper cream as wrinkle cream in a pinch; just rub in well and wear lots of perfume.
Teenagers who say they are “spending the night” at their friend’s house are lying.
Orthodontia is a very good investment if you want your children to get married someday.
Tell your mother/mother-in-law that not all girls who wear Spandex are actually prostitutes.
Enjoy the nest while it is full; it empties out pretty quickly.

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2011 Copyright Seven Sentences – Creative Guest Blogs

Death… Why what your buddy says at your funeral doesn’t matter

June 25, 2011 17 Comments

Today’s Guest Post is written by Sammy Abebiyi a college paster in Toledo. Check out Sammy’s Website here. You can also follow him on Twitter.

Because a friend of mine died in a plane crash, he got 3 minutes on the nightly news right before the weather… that’s 3 more ‘before-the-weather-report’ minutes than you and I will get when we kick the bucket.

When you die, people will; say nice things at your funeral, tweet ‘I miss you’s’ on your profile, send flowers to your loved ones and shed some tears BUT after a short while they ALL move on to the weather, the basketball game and watching ‘hide yo wife’ on you-tube.

The only ones that are stuck for a long time in the season of your death and can’t move on to normal everyday ‘poking their friends on face-book’ life are your spouse, kids, parents, closest friends and loved ones.

The irony is most of us spend much of our lives and time not only trying to impress those who will move on shortly after our death but we often disregard and take for granted those who will never be the same when we are gone.

What if you trade in living for the nice five minute speech your ‘buddy’ is gonna give at our funeral for living in a way that makes the time you have with your loved ones REALLY count?

Carpe Diem… [with those who will miss you the most when you die.]

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Dream Catching

May 7, 2011 3 Comments

This great “Seven Sentence” story was sent in to by R.G. Ryan out of Las Vegas. RG is an amazing writer and you can check out more of his stuff at R.G.Ryan

He sits there day after day in an office cubicle looking for all the world like one of the characters from a Dilbert comic strip…the only difference is, their lives are funny, and Duane’s is anything but.

He typically wears nondescript clothing stretched tightly over a body that has seen way too many double cheeseburgers; his face unremarkable save for the uncommonly sad eyes that peer in stuporous boredom through comically thick glasses.

Sometimes during the long, often sleepless hours of the night he allows his mind to roam freely across the landscape of the life he dreams of living—a best-selling novelist writing stories of passion and power.

But then the morning comes and with it the cold reality that dreams…are just that.

I’ve met many people just like Duane who have snuffed out the last, flickering embers of their dreams believing with a desolate conviction that there is no use in clinging to that which can never be.

Desperation is a relentless gray stalker, following us down the days, intent on sapping the last vestiges of hope from our souls and thereby turning destinies into a sad caricature of what might have been.

One songwriter has said, “If wishes were horses then dreamers would ride,” and this brief blog post is a call for dreamers to saddle up, because nothing beats despair like a well-envisioned dream and the one who walks steadfastly, unwaveringly toward its realization.