To My Human Friends I Say This....

Sometimes I struggle with the choices I've made in my life.  I don't regret them because I have a beautiful life and God has turned everything that Satan meant for harm into His perfect will.  But I just wonder...how my life would be if I would have followed Him from the beginning.  If I would have listened to the still small voice telling me to trust Him.

God has a plan for all of us (insert my favorite bible verse here Jeremiah 29:11...For I know the plans I have for you, plans for hope and a future...")  Part of His plan is for us to chose Him on our own without forcefulness (insert free will debate here)  We are free to chose Him or not to chose Him and along my path, I've done both.  My cousin, Jeannie, has always said at times God had her by the pony tail and well, I'd have to agree He has done the same for me and He had to hold on tight!  I took Him down the paths that neither of us belonged.  But He held on and somehow so did I. 

So maybe it all boils down to this, we all make rotten choices because we are all human.  Sometimes we don't do the things we are supposed to...because we are human.  But we have a God who is above all of that and forgives us and loves us anyway.  He doesn't care what we've done.  When your ready and your heart is open you can put it all behind you too.

So what if my life is different than I planned...it's a beautiful life.  It's happy life and I'm blessed with it.  So to my human friends I say this, let go of what you thought your life should be.  Let go of mistakes and past things and PRESS ON to the beauty of what God has for your future!

I Am a Writer!

Sometimes I don't consider myself a writer although that is what I dream of.  Besides the days when I dream I'm Pat Benetar...we'll deal with those issues later.  Writers...write.  Dreamers...dream.  Guess which one I lean towards?  If I'm a dreamer, then 'nuff said.  Shut down the laptop and go to bed. 

But I'm a writer dammit.  I wasn't given this gift to go to bed at night dreaming of all the things that I could be doing with it.  I was born with a purpose.  I was born with a reason for being able to tap these fingers on these keys. 

As a child, my grandma held my "piano fingers" telling me they were long and ready for a purpose.  I thought during my seven years of piano lessons that music was my purpose.  But I know now that I'm a writer.  I write my thoughts and my feelings down for you all to read because I know you feel this way too.  I know some of you need to know that it's okay and it's normal.  I know that I need to be reminded that God loves me and He loves you too.  God gave me this purpose because of my heart, because I know the truth and I know how to say it because I am just like all of you.  I don't always speak eloquently, I am not a poet; just a friend to all of you.  I laugh at myself and share with you stories of my heart, my family and friends.

God handed it to me and told me what to do with it.  So now I say to you, it's over, I'm done with getting in my own way.  I can't take my lousy excuses and putting up with hearing my gut scream at me.  I'm a writer and I'm done playing games, I'm done doing this halfway.  It is all on me, nothing left to say but, "Write On!"