I used to watch my kids play video games. Their games are far more complicated than any of the games I grew up playing, and they don’t have to leave home play. They experience the highs and lows of game play in the comfort of their own space. I suppose that that’s why the anxiety of having spend more money when you lose doesn’t enter their game play. They can just take a bathroom break and start over.
My generation understood that your success in the game was directly tied to skill and of course how many quarters you had in your pocket. I feel like that now, in life. I noticed yesterday that I’m feeling like I’m losing the game and I only have one more chance. I get what’s happening in the spiritual.
Enemy has thrown the usual things at me, however this man is faithful, I recognize that God is our supply, my body image no longer distresses me because I married a man who sees me and loves every bit of what he calls his buffet. I’ve learned to accept that my children are grown, making their own decisions whether I like or understand them or not… they’re grown.
So, I sit here writing to you to say simply that worrying gains nothing positive, which is why scripture tells us to not worry or be anxious about anything. The peace I feel is odd… scripture says this is the kind that (passeth all understanding). I like to imagine that this is what my Nanaboy feels as he goes about his day. No worries because Nana is there to fulfill his needs and wants. All he has to do ask and he can do it in two languages, well three if you understand what the shake of his sippy cup means.
I’m choosing to be an adult about all things right now. I must play as if I have limitless quarters, and I’m playing in the comfort of my own home.