Diets, Decaf & Other Dubious Deeds

Life & death. Boy what a cycle huh? What a wild ride between the womb to the grave. I've not amounted to much or made a mark on the world but I hope I've left a mark on the souls of those I've loved. Whether they've loved me or not. I hope they sometimes think of me. Maybe even miss me a little. Maybe miss the laughter I brought to their lives. If nothing else. I've spent my life trying to be the most loving person I can be because I didn't get nearly enough myself. I've tried to bring joy to everyone. Mostly what I've gotten in return for those efforts is heartbreak.

I know someday I will leave this earth & join a family that will love & accept me more than I could ever imagine. Mostly I long to meet Jesus. I want to hug him for the times he's loved me & comforted me & been there for me. I want to look him in the eye & tell him how much I love him. I've never felt this much love for a single person on this earth.

I'm curious about what lies ahead. I wonder if that curiosity will be enough to keep me strong on my deathbed. I want to go to God with awe & wonder & hope & curiosity in my heart. Or my soul or whatever. Yes it's confusing. I don't always understand the ways of God but that's ok. I trust him. I trust him with my life.

Sorry just musing.
 
Troll near Keeper of the Plains in artist’s shop

I didn't know about this. Pretty cool!
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