"Tor" day has arrived, Thursday that is. Since I have been outside chasing "I" again this morning I know it doesn't feel as cool as yesterday. Maybe it will be a bit warmer and "The Emperor" will get the outside lights up. We'll see. I have dug out most of my Christmas decorations. They lay piled on the dining room table. As they wait patiently for me to put them up. My daughter comes tomorrow to help with the tree. Yippee. Its very nice having a daughter who shares her eyes and abilities with me. See there is some pluses on getting older.
Yesterday I talked to two different people that are overwhelmed by circumstances in their life's. That can be rough anytime but this time of year it seems more devastating. You can say to them ,"Chin up everything will be alright." But you know when you're saying it that it might not be. Adversity hits us all at sometime or another. And more than once in our lifetimes usually. But I have learned its not so much the action that counts. It'the reaction. And reaction comes from us.
There was a song out several years ago called "Rolling with the flow." Of course when the flow has your head covered up and you can't swim . You feel like your drowning. Sometimes you just have to lay back and float. Unless you're like me and don't know how to float.Its then its very important to keep your face above the water. And the water out op your nose.
People hurt us. We hurt ourselves. By putting ourselves in places we shouldn't be. Making choices we shouldn't make. Then we sit back hollering, "God why did you let this happen to me?" I know God must think sometimes, "Whoa fella you did this yourself." We make the mess then expect God to come along and clean it up. Sometimes I believe he just lets us sit in the middle of it all till we find a way ourselves to straighten it up.
Problems come along that we have no control over. Our hearts race, we feel despair. But I know and believe it to be so, we are never alone. Even when we have made mistake after mistake. God's always there to give us the strength to pick up the pieces. One person said, "I've torn my own house down." But I said, "The lumber is still there. Rebuild,"
I can talk like Pollyanna all I want but there are many days I say poor me. I don't have money, I can't see well. Nobody understands me. The list goes on. We all have one. I sit here by my warm fire, at the computer. I see well enough to get on here. My stomach is full. My bed will be soft tonight. "Count my blessings, name them one by one." Sometimes we are so busy being fretful we forget.
I have carried a little bag with me this morning for my words. I thought they might stay neater that way. Not be crumpled. I have a tendency to do that. I let them go as I wonder just where they will float to. How far they will go? I head back to the edge of Blogland. All the way home I will be counting my blessings. I will name them over in my mind. I'm on my way. I'm outta here.
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