I believe remembering to live in the moment more—embracing this life and accepting that it won’t go on forever—stopping to reflect on what I’ve done and what I still need to do—will make me grateful for each moment I have left.
Today’s post is written to keep my promise to blog for 14 days straight. I’ve just pulled a 9 to 5:30 at church. This doesn’t happen often because I’m a one Sunday service kind of girl. Get in, get out,…
I haven’t kept my promise. Life has gotten in the way. Travel, caretaker, fundraiser all seemed more important than establishing and sustaining a full fledged writing career—in spite of the promise.
I remember reading and committing the Prayer of Jabez to memory when it first came out a few years ago. I prayed it faithfully everyday because, believe me, I wanted my territory to be enlarged. So, I read the next of author, Bruce Wilkinson’s series, “Beyond Jabez”. There was a part in this best-selling book that I preferred not to touch. That was the phrase that instructed us to ask for “somebody to help”. I was scared of that part.
Circumstances can spin on a dime leaving you the primary caregiver of a parent and putting you in the position of the ultimate role reversal. While your parent is still relatively healthy, you need to discuss things like power of attorney (medical and financial), resuscitation, a living will, bank accounts, and life insurance, as both pertain to a beneficiary. You’ll feel uncomfortable discussing these subjects which center on your parents’ impending
death, but in the long run you’ll be glad you did because you’ll have the vital information you are going to need.
Nobody is more aware than me of how important money is and how attractive power can be. In fact, you need a lot of one and a little of the other to get to where I am now—a place where neither matters anymore. Now I am in a place of simple gratitude.
What am I grateful for? I am grateful for being clothed in my right mind, though as my sister says, some I thank God for allowing me to sit on my patio and enjoy the cool breeze, ice-water, chirping birds, leisure time, and the slow pace that has become my new reality. I am transformed by gratefulness. No hustle and bustle. No rush-rush. I’m so glad I’ve lived to experience this new phase of my life. I’m grateful!
I’ve begun the task of preparing my story for publishing. Quite honestly, I’m a little tired of my characters, and I’m no longer interested in returning to their neighborhood.
Now I must begin the job of extricating myself from them! That means editing without any conscious or feelings for those guys. We have broken up! I have a new interest and no matter how sexy, bewitching, or dangerous those characters were, it’s over!
If any man or woman sets a goal and works toward it, the outcome will be successful ninety-five percent of the time. I dare two people to tell me that after setting a goal and giving it their all, they didn’t accomplish what they set out to do.
I don’t think I became aware of the dreaded ‘world’ until my teens. I knew that I couldn’t be hugged up in the corner with boys at blue light parties. I couldn’t sip out of the bottle they were passing. I couldn’t keep the ten dollar bill that I’d seen the old man drop even if my friends did think I was a fool to give it back. My mother hadn’t raised me like that and Sunday School had taught me that those things were wrong.