Watching a thunderstorm early on a Saturday morning. I hope the pitches dry quickly out in Lemont.
The Chicago Blaze are hosting the Midwest 7’s Championship today.
Saturday is rugby day….
I heard todays quote last night on television. A guy who lost his sight used it. I think it originates from either Proverbs or Psalms.
If it comes from the Bible it means believers in the guy upstairs.
For me it means to believe in ourselves. Believe in those you love while we are alive.
If you can’t believe in yourself. You can’t believe in others and you sure as hell can’t believe in eternal rest.
Whitney believed the children were the future. Micky, Michael, Peter and Davy believed in her face.
I started believing when I received first communion, believed a little more when I earned my first salary delivering newspapers. I really started believing after I read my first chapter book and believing went over the top after that first BJ.
Like Sade once said… it’s never as good as the first time.
So go out this weekend believing in yourself, believe in those you love and believe in something big!
