End of an Experiment

I am thankful I began this experiment over 18 months ago.

Blogging everyday about something I was/am thankful for was both an epic failure and a colossal success.

Failure: the bar–posting every day--was unrealistic, even though I still have more ideas and themes than I can possibly handle that I could post every day. Daily posting just isn’t realistic for me, as demonstrated by the lack of posts for nearly a year, and very sporadic posts prior to that.

Success: two things–1) learning about the grind of a daily posting requirement, even if it was self imposed and could have easily been changed. I could even have gone on writing binges and scheduled things well in advance…which I actually did a couple of times. 2) Developing a better attitude of gratitude. Is it a daily practice, as was my original intent? Not by a long shot. Am I generally more thankful. I think I can say “yes” to that. Not consistently, but overall.

I especially wish to thank those of you who, once upon a time, elected to follow this blog, for whatever reasons you may have had. I’m sorry I didn’t have the chops to keep a steady stream of some kind posted for you.

I will be transforming this domain (jeffreymdstormer.com) for my business launch in the very near future. (First part of June?)

Same great name (not that I’m biased or anything), totally new content and focus.

It’s been an eye-opening experiment. I learned quite a bit about myself and about blogging in general, and for that, I am thankful.


Thoughtful Thursdays: One Response to Invictus–Conquered


I am thankful for the ability to ponder. To thoughtfully consider. To “split infinitives” as I please. To think. I think…

Thoughtful Thursdays are one opportunity for me to share and showcase some of the ideas, sayings, proverbs, quotations and clichés that inspire and motivate me.

Henley’s poem, “Invictus” inspired me before I came to Believe. There are other poems that have moved me even more. This piece by Dorothea Day is one.


Out of the light that dazzles me,
Bright as the sun from pole to pole,
I thank the God I know to be
For Christ the conqueror of my soul.

Since His the sway of circumstance,
I would not wince nor cry aloud.
Under that rule which men call chance
My head with joy is humbly bowed.

Beyond this place of sin and tears
That life with Him! And His the aid,
Despite the menace of the years,
Keeps, and shall keep me, unafraid.

I have no fear, though strait the gate,
He cleared from punishment the scroll.
Christ is the Master of my fate,
Christ is the Captain of my soul.

Day, like Henley, is virtually unknown, save for (this) one poem. I have read (but haven’t found solid documentation) that, as a young lady, she admired Henley’s self reliant perspectives. She became a Believer later in life and penned this response to Henley’s work. It may also be found under the title “My Captain.”

On Thankfulness

I am thankful for to the prompt? desire? to begin this blog for sharing my ideas about being thankful and developing an attitude of gratitude. I have a growing list of individual items for which I am thankful–like the gorgeous cardinal eating from the feeder right outside my window as I type. I’m thankful for the touch typing classes I had in high school that allow me to write while enjoying the birds outside. And for spell check because my typing ain’t all that great.

The experiment is evidently taking root. When I sat down, I was completely clueless about what I would post and that was frustrating. I have literal pages of ideas in a little notebook I carry with me for capturing those ideas. (I’m even worse at thumb typing on my Galaxy Tablet than I am on a regular keyboard, handwriting is much faster at this point.) And I was stressing just the littlest bit about posting something with my “usual” Sunday spiritual spin. Although to be  honest, I’m not sure how well I’ve done at that; have to look.

Maybe part of the challenge with writer’s block is that i’m using three different methods of writing: handwriting, standard keyboarding and thumb keying. (Is there a word for that? Texting style?) Anyway, while the three obviously use the same muscles–there are only so many in my hands after all–they are used in very different ways, so the muscle memory and the feelings/thoughts/mood that each produce are different. And that can be a good thing. I can tap into different perspectives, as it were, just by changing the scribing process. I know from working them both that handwriting and keyboarding are different experiences and trigger the creative juices, such as they are, differently. Just hadn’t considered it in a long while.

Ah…now there’s a pileated woodpecker hammering at the suet…

Here’s the spiritual spin for this Sunday then: I am thankful not only for the beautiful birds outside, the quietude to enjoy them, the technology to share it with you–and thankful for you, Dear Reader!–I am above all thankful for Him Who created such wonders: the cardinal, the woodpecker, the dear Reader…

This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears all nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise, the morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world, He shines in all that’s fair; in the rustling grass I hear Him pass; He speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget that though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: why should my heart be sad? The Lord is King; let the heavens ring! God reigns; let the earth be glad![5]
From Wikipedia. The linked footnote is theirs.