One of life's magic rule is to be always clear about our priorities and to focus always on the things that truly matter.
In a world where society imposes norms and conventions and expectations, we tend to lose sight of our own individual sense of things of value and importance.
In a world where society imposes norms and conventions and expectations, we tend to lose sight of our own individual sense of things of value and importance.
The truth is that with each passing day, I find that I am continually defining and redefining them. In defining my priorities, my guiding principle has always been the Bible verse that says: "Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
Today, I'm singing Barbra Streisand's song, "What Matters Most" and again, and as always, I have that now-familiar feeling of thankfulness welling up inside me.
Today, I'm singing Barbra Streisand's song, "What Matters Most" and again, and as always, I have that now-familiar feeling of thankfulness welling up inside me.
I am thankful for the gift of love, in all its shades. I am grateful for the grace to love and the testimony of being loved in return.
BARBRA STREISAND
"What Matters Most"
"What Matters Most"
It's not how long we held each other's hand
What matters is how well we loved each other
It's not how far we travelled on our way
Or what we found to say
It's not the spring you see, but all the shades of green
What matters is how well we loved each other
It's not how far we travelled on our way
Or what we found to say
It's not the spring you see, but all the shades of green
It's not how long I held you in my arms
What matters is how sweet the years together
It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.
What matters is how sweet the years together
It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.
It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.
What matters most is that we loved at all.
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