Smile through all your troubles and your trials and they will stare back at you in confusion.-Ronovan
One More Year Old Feels Like Ten
One more year older
This last one felt like ten
I wonder why I go through it
Was it punishment for a sin
Yeah, I know, don’t worry
I’m just talking out loud
I know the good Lord don’t do that
He done took him up in a cloud
But still I don’t mind asking
Why, why did all of this happen
A year of my life has done gone
And a steady tap on the brain keeps tappin’
You would think I would get used to it
Waking without a solitary clue
But how do you grow accustom
To something that every day is new to you
Hmm . . . Yeah, I know it’s all good
I got my health and home and something
Haha, the health is the something
That I’m certain must be the crunching
One more year older
The next will feel like ten
I know it was the Enemy
That tries to drag me into the den
I must have been on the right track
Cause the Enemy don’t worry with those
That are already with him
He worries about those who are his foes
And to that I say Amen
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I normally only write about my faith on Sundays, because, well . . . it’s just not an area of writing I work on. I’m into the Bible and all of that but I don’t like to get preachy about things. You may see some influences here and there in my writings but overall I stay pretty clear of ‘in your face’ things. My faith is my faith. Your faith is your faith, even if that means having faith in no faith. Hmm, wow that makes the head hurt. But I wanted to share a strange thought that came to mind today.
Some time back I read two articles, back to back and somehow they twisted an idea in my mind. One person I follow was talking about needing a writing mentor and editor while another was talking about God not answering prayer about something. Those two things led me to the idea of our being the Editors of life and God the frustrated creator of a world and the characters in it, loving them all only to see SOME foolish Editors destroy everything and change the world He came up with.
Editors are meant to help the creator, the writer, but if you run into a bad one, then by the end you won’t even recognize your work at all. Unfortunately not all Editors can be great ones. And don’t get me wrong, I think God’s original plan was perfect and He didn’t need any help, just go with me here.
Some people like to say that we turn out the way God wanted us to, but I really don’t think so. I doubt He really wanted anyone to end up blind or deaf or diseased or harmed in any other way. But due to our Editing of the world, things have happened that end up influencing our genetic make up to bring us to where we are.
If anyone has seen my picture you know I have fair skin. God didn’t want us to get sunburned or he would have put us on earth with long sleeves and pants instead of being nude. Boy did we mess up on that Editing. I’m really going to have to talk to Adam about that one someday.
Each choice we make is an Edit to the plan, either we Edit to the good or to the bad. Meanwhile other people are Editing the same story at the same time and messing up what your Edits would end up doing. There are even Edits that happen before we are born that change our story line.
I’ve learned over the years not to worry about the things not directly within my control. I try not to get upset about them. Yes, for a red haired man that’s a bit difficult. I can be as fiery as you imagine, but I am usually laid back and calm. But laid back and calm are learned things.
I know the bad things are other peoples bad Editing, and sometimes mine. I’ve also learned, through God’s writing and creation, that you don’t Edit other peoples’ lives. Let them do their own Editing and maybe they will see the great story God wrote for them in the first place.
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