I am ahead of time in
selecting my attire for my next gala night out for excitement. The
two black, gold-studded pieces were given to me by a friend who
couldn't wear them, and I already had just the perfect gold sequin
top with nothing to go with it. I also had the gold, high-top shoes
that I love to wear. I'm now waiting for a chance to skin into this
outfit, and show up, and show off. Miracles do still happen leaving
me with the patience to wait. I tell myself there is nothing wrong
about shinning once and awhile. Darkness is not always a good thing.
It's time for me to shine. And after dieting for two weeks it's time
for me to dine. Let me dress up quickly before I pre-dine, and can't
shine. I love this life even with the pain and insane that goes
with it.
If anyone sees a
change in my writing style it's my computer, not me. I'm perfectly
satisfied with my old style, but the computer is trying to make me
change as you can see. I'm not smart enough to fight with it. I did
nothing different, but the indention came anyway. Guess I need a few
computer lessons, but no thank you. I'll quit writing when my last
reader quits reading. As of now I am fully covered.
Now the keyboard is
working properly, and I didn't change one thing. Isn't that just like
life? One minute we are out of sorts the next minute we are working
properly. I will keep the model I am and keep chugging along to the
next repair shop. That's usually no further than my recliner. I feel
like I am experiencing these difficulties because I am waiting upon
the Lord. In His time everything will be perfect. Isaiah 40:31, But
they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall
mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and
they shall walk, and not faint. And I say, how long Lord must I
wait? Then He saith, “until all prophesy be fulfilled.” I can
take the knocks, and the shocks as long as I keep God in my daily
prayers. His promises are for real. They are honey in our mouth, and
peace in our hearts if only we keep chugging along. When we do get
repaired we are good for another 100 thousand miles. I hope my
children don't trade my old model off when I die. It may be worth a
mint to them in the future. I would not take a million dollars for my
dad, and mom's, old model, even though it's just a memory. The faith,
and hard work they put into raising me is priceless. I would like to
meet them again, but no one knows the full plan of God. It's for
certain that it will be perfect peace, and happiness, and who could
add to that?
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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