Last night I received a phone call from someone I've not spoken to for nearly 30 years. The phone call sent my mind racing for hours and I hardly slept at all as I thought back, not only to 30 years ago, but over all that has transpired in those 30 years... both good and bad. I reflected on how good God has been to me and just how blessed I am and how that one decision made by someone else 30 years ago so drastically altered my life. At that time, I was devastated and thought life was over. I could not see it then, but that moment set me on the course for who I am today, and I'm so grateful. Sometimes what brings us such extreme pain is ultimately for our good, but we cannot see past the moment, nor the pain. Many people give up in such moments, rather than realize this is a moment in time, just a blip on the big screen of our lives. If we would only come to realize that while every day is important, it's just one day... just one week or month, or even year. Looking back at 55 years, one or two years does not seem to be all that much, but when I was 25 years old, 2 years seemed like an eternity. I pays to keep our eyes focused on the goal, and not make decisions or change directions based on the moment.
All of these thoughts brought to remembrance a post I wrote several years ago, which I want to share again below. Be blessed everyone, and I pray you realize that life is so much more than what you feel today!
09 December, 2005
Suddenly my mind was off and running. I started reflecting on things that have happened or that I had just thought about within the past 5 days.
Time sure does fly, and it is SO cruel to the body!
I came home yesterday and started looking at some picture albums and I laughed at how skinny I was, yet somehow longed for the days when I could literally eat an entire pizza and still only weigh 138 pounds. Now, 3 slices adds to this 227 pounds I lug around. Ugghh!
As I continued to take my trip down memory lane... laughing at the hair and clothes we wore... still all the while thinking where did the time go?
Time sure does fly.
It reminds me of a verse of Scripture found in Job 7: 6 that says, "My day's are swifter than a weaver's shuttle..."
Do I mean that God’s plan is to make me a pudgy, balding, saggy jawed man? No, that’s not it at all.
It is in the threads I leave behind.