A look at the little surprises that show up in our lives.

Unexpected Visitor

There was a knock at the door and I went to see,
Who was the unexpected visitor here to see me.
There stood a person near and dear to my heart I hadn’t seen in years.

He’d changed a bit but not too much.
The twinkle in his eyes-dimple in his chin,
Drew me now as it did back then.
More than that was the place in my heart,
Where coveted memories will never depart.

We visited a while. I laughed and giggled as a child.
The past became the present for only a short time.
Oh how wonderful to be young again.
Not in body, surely in mind.

He still took my breath away,
As he did the very day,
I first laid eyes on him.

I was grateful for answered prayers-to know he was doing fine.
My smile lingered as I slowly shut the door.
A sense of calm covered me when I realized,
I might never see him again,
Until we meet in eternity.

He Hit Me But I Forgot

Watching a television program triggered an incident that happened to me many years ago.

On the show a woman’s boyfriend beat her. The police arrived, drew her gun and told him to stop. The guy grabbed a butcher knife and headed toward her to do her harm. When he wouldn’t stop she shot him. The beaten woman screamed at the officer for shooting the man who beat her.

All of a sudden I had a flash back. I remembered when I was dating the young man I would eventually marry. One evening we were on a date and he slapped me. I can’t recall the reason but I forgave him and forgot about it. And it didn’t happen again…for a while.

A couple of years later that demon reared its ugly head again. The attack came as a surprise to me because it was unexpected. That was the first of many altercations. Much heartache. Much pain.

He hit me before marriage but I forgot until years later after the divorce. If I’d remembered I never would have married him. In the midst of that mess The Lord was with me and delivered me. For that I am thankful.

Have you experienced abuse?

OLD AIN’T THE END

It seems to be unspoken life rules that infiltrate the subconscious mind concerning retiring and reaching a certain age.

Most of us don’t realize it, but throughout our lives we become programmed to think old is when we reach the sixties. There is also a thought that retiring means you’re old.

I believe both of those preconceived notions are completely wrong.

A lot of people have the privilege of retiring younger than the sixties. So according to the rules the retired person is not old.

Many years ago people in their sixties acted old and looked old. Today that is not the case. If they care for themselves, their age can’t be detected.

God said He would satisfy us with long life. I don’t believe He meant until sixty.

So if you are approaching the sixties, don’t be overcome by thought of sixty being old.

If you are privileged to retire before sixty—bless you and enjoy your life because Old Ain’t The End.

Sinus and Allergy

Sinus and allergy season
Lands a punch without a reason
Never worry, do not fear
Complete relief will soon be here

This is my third year participating in the A to Z Blog Challenge but my first year reflecting on the challenge.

I’ve loved every minute of all three challenges. I went to a place I only dreamed about in the past my first year. Thus my dream came true-a writer. The first year I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. My first try at signing up was not successful but someone assisted me and I was good to go.

I’ve completed each year’s challenge. This year was a challenge to say the least. I was ill the whole month of April but I pressed through. Most days I wasn’t sure what I’d written but my mission was accomplished. Several times I was too ill to write but when I felt better I caught them up.

I think you all do a wonderful job managing the challenge. I don’t know the rules to writing so I can’t give any advice or make recommendations. I do appreciate how you can code your blog so people are aware what you are writing and they can decide whether or not your topic is what they want to read.

I enjoyed reading the blogs of the Host and Assistants. They were encouraging, helpful and entertaining. The blogs of the participants were great also. I got to observe the more experienced writers and learn from them how to become a better writer.

Thank you for your hard work, dedication and striving to make each year better than the year before. Keep pressing forward.

I will be back for next year’s challenge.

I was browsing through my documents on my computer and found this piece of encouragement. I don’t know where it came from but I decided to share it. I hope you are as enlightened as I am.

The Power in Finding You

When you cease to be “the person you were never created or intended to be, fear will no longer continue to be what it was never empowered to be. Doubt will cease to be what it was never empowered to be.

When you take that bold action that manifests your Original Self and Original Intent, “all of the emotional death trappings of the soul” will take action and depart from your life.

Be what doubt cannot be. Be what fear has no poet to be. Be what limitation is afraid to be. When you become your Truest Self, every lie will have to disappear.

We are not living in a world of impossibilities. Everything is truly possible to them that no only believe, but participate with their belief. Believing a thing, without participating with that thing, is merely an idea with no food to drink. It cannot be strengthened. It is a weak thought.

Have unlimited faith in who you were created to be.

Allow the curiosity of Divine Discovery to navigate you through the valleys of uncertainty. Allow the Attraction of Truth, Possibility, and Oneness with God, to lead you to the awakening of an individual that has resided within you all along, who at times, spoke to you through your dreams, your passions, and even the simplest, doodling on scrap sheets of paper.

No one is obligating you to be who you were never created to be. Find Yourself. And when you do fear will find its way out of your life.

Zapped

There’s a creepy crawly thing
That has flown in where no thing should go
Invading but not invited
Crossed the line, it’s time to go

Zap, there’s the first shot
Zap, zap the second and third
Zap, zap, zap, zap
Got you right between the eyes
Zapped to death—that nasty fly

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