So what am I waiting for?
I figured it out... no, God has perfect timing, and He has decided that now is my time.
I was talking to my Mom about a friend of mine just a few days ago. Something about him has always made me...well, not dislike him, just....I don't know. Anyway, while talking to her I realized that I was afraid of him. Why? well I figured that out this morning: He doesn't just wait for life to come to him; he goes out and finds it. That scares me. I just sit around waiting for my moment, waiting for my boat to come in, but it already has. Thats what my Aunt told me just this afternoon.
God does have perfect timing; he set everything up just right, so that I'd finally get it. The conversation with my Mom, the lightbulb going off in my head this morning, and then my Aunt calling this afternoon. I only hope that I can not make the mistake i've made sooo many times. I want to do something with this; not just sit and bask in the good feeling of inspirational words. I want to go out and chase down life and give it all I've got.
I do have time to live and write all this down. I do have time to be myself and yet be determined and a hard worker. I do have what it takes to be a firm believer that the glass is half full.
A friend (the same one as stated above) told me that God doesn't drop things in your lap; He puts them in front of you, so that you have to do it, or do nothing. All I was doing was nothing.
I know what's in front of me. And I am going to pick up myself and go for it.
Now, enough with this encouraging and inspirational speach. Sometimes I wonder just how organized, determined, and effecient the people who write those things really are!
Strength and honor are her clothing and she laughs at the time to come - Pro. 31:25
Samia
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"Sometimes I wonder just how organized, determined, and efficient the people who write those things really are!"
Hi, Sweets. Those who write about those things struggle everyday. That is why they are able to write them. They have had experience with failure, falling down, and being discouraged, but as David said (sort of), "I will remember how faithful you were to me in the past, Lord. And I will purpose myself to get to it again."
It is not by OUR will that we strive and succeed. It is by God's grace and our will within His will that we are able to go on.
Thomas Edison (I think) said something like, “I have failed hundreds of times. Without failure, how would we succeed? Why do you think they call it 'REsearch'?" I think that is a great way to look at it.
How many times have you fallen on your keester while practicing your skating? How many times have you kicked yourself with your own skate and went limping off the ice. Ten times? Twenty? For the love of it you continued.
For the love of your life and for the love of the Lord who has blessed your life, can you get up one more time you fail...no matter what it is? Sometimes faith is just getting out of bed in the morning and nothing more. Sometimes we don't feel like we have "boot strings" to pull ourselves up, and sometimes we feel like we have wings to fly forever. We are human, we are not perfect, we have to give ourselves a break but not so much that we moss ends up growing on "north" ends.
Do I take my advice? Do I encourage myself as well as I encourage others? Probably not. BUT, but, but by encouraging others and watching them fly and do and succeed, it gives me hope for me. I know - encouragement via the back door - but, nonetheless, encouragement. We got to grab it - no matter how it comes to us. :-)
I love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you are the light of my life. I still look at your little girl pictures (even this morning - at one with you, Rye, and me at Old MacDonald's Farm). A day does not go by that I do not think of you. Your blue angel hangs on the mirror of my car and goes with me everywhere. I am proud to say that I am your aunt, and I speak of you often with everyone I know. You are the most winsome, wise, promise-filled young person I know.
So, as Grampa Coykendall used to say, "Put that in your pipe and smoke it." He loved me almost as much as I love you.
Have a wonderful Resurrection Sunday, my Sweet Bunnie.
Love, Auntie S.
"Concussion" it's spelled, "c-o-n- c-u-s-s-i-o-n" :-) And I am so glad that you were confident that you would not die. You had me in stitches. I laughed so hard I cried. You are one funny kid.
Oh - athlete's foot. You don't really "get it" - well not the third and fourth time. Generally, you do "get it" the first time from somewhere, but then, after you get rid of it the first time, you can (sort of) keep it away. It will come back, though, if you don't keep on top of it.
Go buy some Tinactin or something generic with the same ingredients (but I think Tinactin works the best - it's not cheap, though). Use it diligently until you are really sure you no longer can see or feel anything. THEN, when you bathe, take off your socks - anytime your feet get wet (like after skating practice - anytime they are even damp), DRY THEM OFF REALLY WELL. Don't allow your feet to be wet for any extended length of time. The grunion likes to live in warm (98.6) dark (between your toes) places, and if you can keep their habitat to a minimum, you will always keep them at bay. (Whatever "bay" really means.) THEN, if you feel an itty bitty sting under your baby toe again, slap that Tinactin on there and it will clear up really quickly, and then get back to your dry feet routine. It will work every time. I guarantee you. Well, I am getting a headache - not because I have a c-o-n-c-u-s-s-i-o-n but because I have been editing far too long under lights that are far too bright.
Have a good night (morning, afternoon, whatever), Bun.
Love, Ante S.
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