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.
Friday, July 08, 2011
Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Cut the Crapola Lesson 9
I want to be a wise servant whose investments multiply by double or triple digits. I don't want fear to drive me to bury what I've been given, or selfishness to cause me to waste it, or foolishness to tempt me to cast it onto the streets to be trampled and made worthless. The six months clarified a little of what that needs to look like in my life.