As I get older I’ve noticed that I tend to think about the things I wish I’d done or the things I’ll never have. I’m told those dreams don’t die, we just put them away for whatever reason.
Then there are dreams that simply don’t manifest as you thought they would. Those bad boys present themselves as a conundrum.
What’s a person supposed to do with all of that circumstance? I haven’t the answer. All I have are questions. Oh sure, there are go to remedies however, they tend to be temporary.
My life is almost as sad as it is happy. Crazy, huh? All of the boxes are checked, but they seem to come with caveats. It causes a numbness deep in the center of me that is all too familiar.
“The effectual, fervent prayers of the righteous avails much.”
I’m not seeing myself in any of those adjectives.
“He is a rewarder to those who diligently seek him.”
And then there’s: He will perfect that which concerns me.”
I respectfully ask that you find some time in each day to reconnect to your spiritual center. I know, as one who identifies as a born again spirit filled believer I’m supposed to be pointing you to God, but I also know that you may not be able to tell the difference between church and what I have to offer so I’ll leave it be for now.
Sigh, it’s late. I’m tired. Good night, buenas noches, bonsoir…
Meditate, think on these things… Selah
From the Desk of an Author 