Our
lives tell
a story.
The beginning
starts very slowly,
then we mature into
our own true selves, becoming
the persons in whom God delights.
Experiences fill the middle.
How our stories end is a mystery.
I
can build
quickly and
efficiently
a wall of worry.
It’s the climbing over
that is the hard part for me.
With strength, I can get over it.
With faith, I can just walk around it.
If I ask God for help, there is no wall.
It
is said
that we can
do anything
but we cannot do
everything. It’s so true.
At least, not all at one time.
I have mastered multi-tasking
and the results aren’t always pleasing.
To savor each bite of life is heaven.
I
welcome
a change of
scenery soon,
unique surroundings
and new things to explore.
Finding a new rhythm of life.
I love being in a new place,
not just visiting but blending in
and becoming part of the scenery.
It’s
okay
to believe
in what seems to
be impossible.
Hope is a powerful
form of positive magic
that inspires and invigorates.
And hope comes in an endless supply.
If hoping is believing, bring it on.
To
truly
love someone
takes great patience.
You just can’t keep score.
Keep your eye on the ball.
There are good days and bad days
in all of our relationships.
Don’t let vagaries get in the way.
Love each moment of your time together.
I
need time
to restore,
to be still and
let the embers burn.
The time will come again
to rekindle the fire and
fan the flames. For now, I lie low.
It won’t be long before I will be
beckoning the Holy Spirit to come.
It
is hard
to know when
not to panic
and instead reflect
on a situation
that may be of some concern.
Panic is never a good thing.
A calm head and reason will prevail.
There is a time and a place for worry.
If
I do
not taste both
bitter and sweet,
the experience
of life is incomplete.
Too much of a good thing makes
me egoistic, unable
to see past my own wants and desires.
I know that my strength comes from the struggle.
The
details
of each day
become a blur
and it is hard to
remember the events
much less when or even if
they happened or are still to dos.
But relationships aren’t forgotten.
It’s the people in our lives who matter.
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