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.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Cut the Crapola Lesson 10
Life survived or tolerated or wished away while waiting for big events isn't really living life at all. It's a life put on hold, a life in limbo, a life lived skinny and shallow. My "burdens," my "calling," my "passions" shouldn't be identical to anyone else's. Because God prepared for me, before the foundation of the world, works for me to walk in. He gifted me uniquely with a one-of-a-kind way of looking at the world, one-of-a-kind set of fingerprints and a one-of-a -kind recipe of spiritual gifts, quirks, talents and locks that can be opened by my obedience to His workings in my life.