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.
Thursday, July 07, 2011
I want to minimize my regrets.
At the end of my life I don't want to look at the "crop" I've grown and know that it was fake or impure (like genetically modified seed that produces the "real" deal with a few "characteristics" that belong to entirely something else.)
Or that I let fruit I should've shared rot on the vine.
I want my yes to be yes and my no to be no.
I want my life to reflect Jesus and the true me in Him.