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| My-1: This Life/God of Mine | Entry #288435 |
Life is what happens when we're not paying attention. Well, Life, you’ve finally got my attention.
First, I’d like to lay out my take on Life thusfar. We each have a free will and the mind to use it. I believe certain traits are blueprinted inside our souls and we are predestined to our personalities. It is up to us to use them as building blocks or demolition balls. Often, what we’re given to work with isn’t much and fundamentally contradicts our core beliefs. Many are given the tools to succeed but are corrupted by our environments or others who attempt to influence our life beyond normal limits. And we foolishly let them.
If you’re reading this, then chances are you're going to be reading more of my entries over the next thirty-one days. And we know this is not because my words flow like wine and draw you in like a gazing ball. This daily writing challenge has captured my attention. So, I’m tapping Life on the shoulder, and you are a self-appointed witness. May God help you.
I’m someone’s daughter. They are perhaps the two best friends I’ve ever had and for some unknown reason, I invited them to become my neighbors about a year ago, and for some equally unknown reason, they accepted the invitation. God help us.
I’m someone’s sister. Actually, I’ve got two of that variety. Sisters are essential to life. At least mine are. My older sister serves as a gauge to suggest where I’m headed and my youngest is a reminder of where I’ve been. Of course, this is only in terms of physical change, because the three of us are nothing alike on the inside. Thank you, God.
I’m someone’s mother, twice over. Two sons that will go the distance for their mom at a moments notice. I’m not going to try and convince you that my sons are perfect, but they are close. I believe in the “I’m okay, you’re okay” approach and I think it ultimately works. Unconditional mother love has paid off for these two so far, but I reserve the right to kick their collective butts should the need arise. God, I’m lucky.
I’m someone’s ex-wife, after twenty-one years. No regrets for ending it, but perhaps some for not ending it sooner. It was a love-hate thing most of the time. The problem was I hated loving him and he loved hating me. Now that it’s over, he claims he’s loved me all along. I’m just over it. Thank God!
I’m lots of other things to lots of other people. But this entry MUST be 500 words, and not a keystroke more. Why God?
And so, if you’ve paid attention to any of my ramblings, you’ve detected a redundancy. I’m all about God and Life. And there’s a reason for this. God = Life. He’s hung around long enough to watch me fumble and still chooses to participate. We have our moments and for that, God, I’m blessed.
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