Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
God blessed me with the opportunity to share my testimony last night.
I guess I should be looking for opportunities to do this on a daily basis. But. My story is a long one. Very long.
God has been so good to me. So very, very good to restore and remake a life that had no hope.
And even after I shook my dusty fist at Him in my intention to control my own destiny that I ended up making sure my life was nothing but dust and dead skin cells and regret. And when I finally handed it over to Him, He shaped, shifted and molded those bits of despair into something that shouts of His magnificent power and grace.
Thank You, thank You, thank You, God Almighty, Author and Creator of the good bits of my life and redeemer of my messes.