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Quiet Down!

Posted: April 7, 2020 in Peace

Quiet Down

By Alan Delery

I begin by saying, “I like checklist.” They help me to be more productive in my day and give me a sense of accomplishment by the end of the day. I’ve made a point of creating a checklist each day since I’ve been “Staying at Home.” I start each morning with prayer and mindfulness practice to get a sense of what I should be adding to my daily checklist. I try to stay reasonable with my list. (I know God is reasonable so why should I not try to be reasonable too.)

Some days I find that I am not as reasonable as I could have been or I am distracted by other competing things. Last Friday for instance. I made a list of seven things to accomplish that day. I actually didn’t review my list again until Monday when I realized that I hadn’t done one thing on Friday’s list. No stress! I simply changed the date on my list and added a few more things. That’s how I have learned to roll with life. 

Well, Tuesday arrives and I notice that I only accomplished three on the Monday list of ten things. “Let’s not fall apart now,” I thought to myself. I reflected on my previous day and concluded that I allowed Facebook and the News channel to steal much of my time. Also, I had accomplished some unwritten task that came up with my family. Still no stress, but I did notice that I was allowing myself to become distracted away from the restoration of my mind and body that I am convinced this is a national Call to Rest that should be our focus.

With the exception of one, two or maybe three things that I want to accomplish this week, I have decided to put my daily checklist aside for the remainder of the week in order to, more fully, restore my soul. No more reading or making Facebook posts. No binge watching the News. No more blog post (after this one).  No household chores (Sorry Michelle)…………… WAIT!!! I’ve taken a moment to rethink that last one. I will do household chores but in a more mindful way (I love my wife).

My focus for the remainder of the week will be to Quiet Down and increase my awareness on three things:

  1. Body awareness. (No further details at this time. That will be for a future post.)
  2. Awareness of my immediate surroundings (Back to nature)
  3. God awareness. (God’s still small voice)

Some of you should consider having the same intention. We have a couple of more weeks with this COVID Thing and God wants to reveal some things to you. 

Scripture reading for today: 1 Kings 19:11-13 Put your name into verse 13 and have your own little talk with God. 

#stay peaceful


By Alan Delery

This message is for EVERYONE that has breath. (Stop and take a moment and notice if you are breathing.)

If you are breathing then I’m talking to you. Next, I want you to think about everyone you know that is breathing and make a plan to forward this post to them. They all need to get this.

I don’t care who you are, you need to STOP and smell the roses, if you will. (Did you notice that you need to be breathing to smell the roses?)

We may only have a short time to get this right. You may have to reboot your life to get back on track to be what God has called you to be and to live the way He intended. By this, I mean as soon as society gets the go ahead to resume it’s previous routines, it may be too difficult to make this reset that I’m talking about.

Today, I just want you to find your breath. That’s one of the most important steps to managing the stressors of life, but many have forgotten or have never been taught how to do this.

Just because you are breathing doesn’t mean you know HOW TO BREATHE.

There is more to life than breathing but we have to get this right if we are going to live healthy and peaceful lives with ourselves and others.

I’ve posted several times about breathing over the past year, as I began to learn that focused breathing can help with stress resilience, self-awareness, emotion regulation and  building healthy relationships

I don’t know that enough people have appreciated their need to slow down and develop mindful breathing.

Isn’t it interesting that COVID-19 (Coronavirus) affects the lungs? Some patients with the disease have been diagnosed with acute respiratory distress syndrome with shortness of breath and unable to breathe on their own. As a result of this crisis we have more people being more aware of their breath and lung capacity. This is a good time to go deeper to take a look at our habits and connect with the best that is within us.

Once we all get this straight then we will be ready to go back into the world, together with our brothers and sisters; our neighbors and co-workers; especially those who annoy us the most.

That is why I want you to SHARE THIS POST with everyone you know.

I hope that my typing in CAPS didn’t annoy you. If so, STOP AND BREATHE. You shouldn’t be annoyed that easily and perhaps you really need to follow my post.

My scripture reading for today is Matthew 11:28‭-‬30:

Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.” NLT

I pray that you are walking in His rest.

#stay peaceful

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Guest Post by Bob Kuhn (Positive Impact Board Member)

I’ve only been to jail once in my life. When I was 19 years old, I was arrested for disturbing the peace through fighting. The incident seems pretty funny now but wasn’t very funny at the time. It’s what resulted after a type of bar-room-brawl that broke out over a minor dispute. Let me explain.

It was a Friday night and I borrowed my sister’s car to go out on a date. I was with my then future wife, Jeanine, and we were double dating with two of our friends: my friend, Rusty, and a friend of Jeanine’s who would probably like to remain anonymous. This was our friends first date. Although exciting, it turned out to be their last.

The four of us went to a local bar and sat together at a table. Typical for bars in the 1970’s, there were bumper-pool tables situated around the floor. It cost 25 cents to play a game. There were unwritten rules of play that were widely known and always honored. One rule was that in order to play you needed to place a quarter on the table. This secured a game with a previous winner. Your turn to play was in direct correlation with the number of quarters already present; if there were four quarters on the table, you knew you would be the fifth to play.

Jeanine asked me to put up a quarter so she could play.  I did, and since there were no other quarters on the table, I anticipated she would be next. That’s where the trouble started. At the end of the game being played, I noticed the quarter gone. I wasn’t sure who took it but assumed it was one of two guys standing by the table arguing over the next turn. Wanting to show my girlfriend how chivalrous I was, I stood up to defend her right to the next play.

I walked over to the table and said, “Which one of you chumps took my quarter?” One of the guys was highly offended by either my tone or the word “chump” and he pushed me down. He then proceeded to come at me with his fist drawn back. In order to keep him from doing serious damage while I was on the floor, I tossed a chair at him to slow him down. It gave me enough time to stand up. We each threw a punch at each other. His connected with my head, making me woozy, and mine happened to break his nose, making blood gush onto his face. (In case you’re wondering, there is a nonviolent moral to this story. Please keep reading.)

The fight was immediately broken up by my friend Rusty and a barroom employee. Then someone yelled, “He hit Charlie (I think that was his name) in the face with a chair.” Several people in the bar heard the yell, looked at “Charlie’s” bloody face and decided to do me bodily harm. Being still a little woozy, I was grateful that each person was taking individual turns to hit or kick me and that the angry group didn’t coordinate its efforts. Somehow, Rusty was able to get me and our dates out of the barroom and back to my sister’s car. After we were in and ready to drive away, we noticed the car was blocked in the parking lot by other cars.

Several of the angry people from the barroom decided to come out looking for me. When they saw me in the car, they surrounded it and tried to kick in the windows. I backed up the car through the group, making people jump out of the way while hitting the cars that had us blocked in. We almost got away when someone shattered my window. That’s when the police showed up. They arrested me and “Charlie” for disturbing the peace through fighting.

We both went to Orleans Parish Central Lockup to be processed. Every guard and police officer that passed by commented on my pathetic looking swollen bruised face. I looked a mess. Charlie didn’t look too bad after the bleeding stopped. All you could see was a slight cut on a crooked nose. We started talking and almost became friends. In a short period of time, we were both bailed out by one of Charlie’s friends who obviously felt sorry for me. Rusty drove my sister’s car to the Central Lockup and picked me up. I went home and broke the news to my sister about the damage to her car. That was probably the worst part of the night.

That Monday at work I shared the weekend’s event with some of my warehouse coworkers. They were a pretty rough group. One coworker was a large man built like a wrestler. He said, “If that was me, I would have gone home, got my baseball bat and gone back to do some damage.” Another coworker, who was probably a member of some urban gang, said, “I would have grabbed my piece, went back and lit up those punks.” And yet another one, who was an athletic type, said, “I would have put a call in to my boys and we would have tore that place up.” Yet, the wisest statement came from my laid back “hippie” coworker. He simply said, “I would’ve just put up another quarter.” Wow! It’s amazing how profound it is to be made aware of the obvious. If I would have just given up my right to the next game and considered it a 25 cent loss, all would have remained peaceful.

(OK. Here comes the moral of the story.) In order to have peace, we often need to give up something. It might be a little bit of pride, some perceived right, or even something we own. That’s not to say we shouldn’t stand up for our rights or the rights of others when needed. It’s just that we should take the time to ask, “Is it worth it?” “Is that parking spot, that insult, or that place in line really worth ruining my peace?” I am convinced that my one-time-arrest record, the cost to repair my sister’s car, and the ruining of a very pleasant evening was not worth a quarter. Stay peaceful my friends.