As some of you may remember, Jade Amber Jewel just turned 18. I have recalled my own 18th birthday to her in recent days. "When you reach your 18th birthday, the world sees you as an adult. Forever after in this life, you will be regarded as an adult. We no longer have a choice in the matter. It is now our job. Some days I may want to run into my Dad's and Mom's arms and just be a little boy, again. I don't have that privilege because they are now with the Lord, but thank the Lord, you still have, that opportunity, for now."
We're coaching her in her first steps as an adult, but we're not dropping her needs as a child. She is allowed to run into our arms to become a little girl any time she wishes while growing into the responsibilities of adulthood. She is handling herself quite well, and I am very proud of her.
That rather long preamble was said to embrace the future. Schnujo gave us an assignment in
For the month of September 2021, we are to write our Last Will & Testament, regarding our profile on Writing.Com. That is what this post is all about with regard to Prompt #1. (I've got one more prompt to go, before the end of the month.)
This exercise has felt a little bit intimidating while teaching me through focus to understand more about what I consider to be the most important things in life.
I anticipate running into the arms of the Lord Jesus one day with the gift of once again being a child, forever. I want all of my friends to be there with me. Please, consider coming when you are finished with this life. (John 3:16)
For now, let's enjoy life, together, as we grow our friendships, here, on Writing.Com.
The question is in regard to my thoughts about God.
"Do I think much about God or not at all?"
I am in agreement with the psalmist, who wrote Psalm 139.
"God's always thinking about me.
How can I do anything else towards Him?"
Be Blessed, Everyone.
The Lord is thinking about you right now.
Is that amazing or what?
The trees lose their wondrous green leaves
to give us glorious colorful leaves,
that lie on the ground, spent in death.
The days of aging may seem less green than some younger days,
but they remain some of the most glorious days of life
when submitted to the Lord as canvases
upon which He has our permission to paint.
He is Lord, after all.
The Autumn of the year, as well as the autumn of life,
is when seedtime, watering, tending, and pruning
give way to the harvest of precious grains and fruit of all kinds.
The final harvest of the year comes in the autumn.
The final harvest of HIStory comes in the autumn of Time.
The beginning winds of the blustery winter start in the autumn, and these winds tempt us to be afraid because the winter seems like the death of all that is beautiful and good, but the eternal perspective reminds us,
that spring always follows winter, just as winter follows the autumn.
The death of Time means
our birth in the Everlasting Day.
This contest has given me the prompt because this is the first day of autumn. However, since they only allow 20 lines of poetry, I will have to edit and create version #2 of my poem to meet Prompt #2 of their contest.
Autumn is quickly becoming my favorite time of the year. That could be for more than one reason.
1. As I get older, I find pleasure in seeing plants and trees, that have borne the heat of the summer, still having glorious color to display in days, that wane.
2. Autumn gives cooler temperatures with the anticipation of nights of twinkling lights.
3. For those of us, who enjoy the holiday season, autumn offers hints of the holidays, that increase to greater and greater expressions of Joy.
4. My memories of that trip, that I took some years ago now, through the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee and North Carolina on I-40, make me eager to recreate those moments when I exited that tunnel through one of the mountains into a glorious landscape ablaze with all the colors of autumn.
Autumn is a time of transition. Some parts of the world have the privilege of enjoying the beautiful transition for more weeks than other parts of the world. For that reason, I have needed to pull from memory and imagination to create my tender poem of the day.
"Why is that?" you ask. Simply put, I live in south Georgia, USA. Autumn comes a little later for us than it does in the US Northeast, Midwest, and Western states.
I have Bradford Pear trees in my yard, which give me a glorious blanket of red leaves each year.
That didn't happen, until a couple of weeks before Christmas last year. Of course, having Autumn and Christmas overlap does seem to add to the festive nature of the season. So, I don't mind. Everything God creates is beautiful.
Note to my dear friends in the northern climes: Do you suppose you could post a few of those lovely autumn photos in your WDC profile space, and let me know when they're ready to be seen? It would be great to see fall pictures in October and early November.
We each have a story to tell, not just the fiction story, that we as writers love to create, and where we often love to dwell, but the personal story, that can so often aid the forlorn, if we simply take the time, and apply the courage to show the hills and valleys we have traversed by God's Grace.
We are not perfect. We are merely thirsty souls, who have found the Water of Life. Who could not benefit from such knowledge? (John 3:16)
For word-for-word readers, like me, a directive like this one can feel a little discouraging, at least to begin with. There is not an eschewing of reading on my part, but there is a challenge related to the process.
The books I remember best from my childhood were the books, that were read to me. The books I have enjoyed the best over the past couple of decades are the audiobooks, which I've listened to repeatedly while creating crafts and doing housework.
And that has made all the difference. I thought at one time, that I could only call myself a reader if I saw every word on a page, but I have come to realize, that I'm not nearly the visual learner of book materials, that I am the auditory learner.
Writers may be slow readers, visually, but they can still span the world in a moment with their ears, learning myriad lessons from the author's mind.
Marvelous Friend, I was writing today with the two of us in mind.
We are fellow laborers in the Body of Christ,
and fellow strugglers with regard to the issues of health.
The Lord doesn't always give us the answers we desire from Him as quickly as we would desire to see those answers, but He always gives us what He wants us to have when those gifts will bring Him the greatest Glory.
He's teaching us to trust Him, especially in the areas where we still feel so weak.
Nighttime is an interesting metaphor alluding to our illusory life on Earth.
Each evening Night seems to be setting up camp as it raises its tent over the world, but the morning comes, and it must flee away.
A simple candle is enough to push back the dark in a large auditorium.
At night darkness seems to be pervasive, but morning shows its weakness. Throughout Life, wrongs seem to play our song in a minor key with no apparent relief in sight, but Day shows up and darkness is gone.
Jesus will call the end of Time, and the Picardy Third will transform the minor tune.
The night is here, but morning is on the way.
May the Lord fill each believing heart with the hope of His Victorious Light.
When Jesus shows up, all will be set right by His Very Presence.
If you are in need of some amazing encouragement, then read Psalm 136. This is an antiphonal chorus made of two unique groups in one choir. The first group (or choir) sings the meat of the history being taught. The second group (or choir) sings a unique phrase over and over and over and over, again. "For His Mercy endureth forever" (so says the King James Version) is like a big ol' AMEN to everything the first choir is declaring.
It can be a little hard for one person to read because the repeated chorus can sort of lull you to sleep if you're not careful, but I'm sure that the effect of singing this psalm is nothing short of amazing.
Life can become overwhelming when we dwell on current events, but when we remember, that our so-called current events are nothing more than the recycled activities of the enemies of the Lord against His purposes in HIStory, we are able to recall the solutions of the Lord in the past to gain a much better perspective in the present.
I have created a poem of four more quatrains in the same mood and in the same perspective as the original psalm.
Some days things seem really bad.
Some days the words don't come easily.
Some days we're tempted to wonder, if there is still hope for the future,
but then we recall, that His Mercy endures forever.
Psalm 136 is a great principle for days like these.
Days like these are temporary, but His Mercy endures forever.
Days like these may seem unique to HIStory, but His Mercy endures forever.
Days like these have happened before,
and His Mercy was the ultimate Victory in that day.
His Mercy endures forever and it will be our victory, too,
in His time and for His greatest Glory.
Today's entry is in loving memory of the 9/11 victims and their surviving families and loved ones. 20 years cannot change the freshness of the pain we all felt back then as well as the pain we continue to feel, today. We will never forget. We will always hold you in great reverence in our hearts. We will continue to do our best to live in greatness, according to our God-given abilities for as long as we live this temporal life, and trod these dusty Terran paths.
The poem included in the post is in response to the challenge from
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