Here it is, Sunday morning. It's a chilly 15 degrees right now. It's actually gotten a few degrees warmer since I first got up this morning. Still, it's pretty cold out there for us here in the south. I'm enjoying my coffee, as usual, and listening to some records. I have all of the blinds open this morning because the sun is out and with it reflecting off of all of the snow, it's some pretty nice light.
Anyway, all church activities for today have been cancelled due to the weather, so now I don't have to try and figure out if I was going to drive or walk this morning. I did have every intention of making it to service today since holiday travels have kept me from there for a few weeks. But, I realized, after the fact, that the first thing I did this morning when I woke up was to say a short prayer. I don't really recall ever having done that before, but there you go. I slept in today, waking up around 8...which is pretty late for me. When I opened my eyes and saw the sunlight streaming through the window, I stopped and thanked God for a good night's sleep and for waking up to another day. Honestly, I don't know why I did this. It's not something I am in the routine of doing, but it just happened. I didn't stop to think "I should pray now." I just did it. Strange in a way. Like many people, I tend to pray only when I need something, but not this morning. Interesting.
I think, for me, what it comes down to is that I am actually thankful for having made it through the night and waking up to another day. Not that I had anything particular to keep me from waking up, but you never know. Nothing is guaranteed these days. And I have made the decision to take advantage of each and every moment. It's so sad for me to log onto the computer EVERYDAY and see all of these horrible, tragic posts of shootings, murders, etc. I'm not sure that I believe that there has been an increase in these kinds of events lately or if the fact that we're just made more aware of their existence through social media. I just don't know as I'm sure these things have been going on my entire life without my knowledge of them.
Ah, but I digress...go figure lol. I have just come to the conclusion that I cannot live my life in absolute fear of the world. If I did, I would never leave my house and that's no way to live. I cannot be afraid of what will be. I do not know God's plans for my life or even for my day ahead. I just have to trust and have faith in my beliefs. I will look not only to God but to the examples set before me by my amazing parents and both grandmothers. They all experienced, and still do, so much in their lives and have come through almost all of it. If they can, I can...it's in my blood after all.
I have been reflecting on the last month of holiday activities. I had a lot of things I wanted to do, but did not get around to. But, instead of focusing on that, I will look at what I did and do have. I got to spend time with my amazing family...both the Fornes side and the Abernethy side. I got to spend time with my "non genetic" family for our Christmas dinner. I got to sit in my living room and gaze at my tree as I listened to vintage Christmas records. It's little things like that that make my life special to me. And that is what I want to focus on, the things that make my life special. For many people, waking up every day is not particularly special. But, today, it is special to me and I thank God for that opportunity.
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