There is an abundance of material presented daily for us to read and absorb. Some of it is straight forward news – local, national, international – presented by dedicated news people in unbiased reporting. Some of it is pure entertainment, while a growing segment is opinion representing viewpoints regarding every issue under the sun.
The internet, blogging in particular, is a godsend for those of us who are driven to write and share. Whether you or I want to compose a book and be published or write just a few lines to vent and reveal pieces of ourselves, how we use our creativity is a personal decision made every time sitting down at the keyboard. Sometimes, having a game plan is irrelevant – we merely type one letter after another until words, then sentences, then paragraphs are created. We are not censored and should not be discouraged from sharing what our minds have fabricated. That’s what blogging is all about for many of us.
All too often, when I limber up my fingers, I assume the role of opinion writer. And that would be fine if that is the type of writer I aspire to be. But, it’s not. Many others in our blogging world do a fine job of sharing opinions just as many others are fine news reporters, but my opinion, as pertinent as it could be, is not what I want to share. My views on politics, society, religion are as valid as yours, but as my wise old grandpappy said, “Opinions are like a certain body part. Everybody’s got one.”
2019 finds me struggling – emotionally and physically. Life ain’t what it used to be and certainly not what I hoped it would be. So, what do we survivors do? We take stock, adjust our binding underwear, grab the appropriate ball cap with a message and wear it proudly. Early AA friends always said, “Fake it until you make it.”
And that’s what I’ll do because I’m too damned stubborn to quit.
Just another traveler on life’s highway hanging out in the slow lane. It’s quiet. It’s peaceful. Beyond the horizon is rest calling my name. Green pastures, still waters, my cup overflows.
My blogging friends and assorted readers, I appreciate your interest in my writings and I have thoroughly enjoyed your creativity in the blogosphere. Life can become unnecessarily challenging for those of us who forget that, although important as social issues are, in the end we do not control the outcomes.
That also applies to faith and eternity. The truth which I realize and express in my posts might not be the garage in which you park your car and that’s absolutely cool. Jesus said in his Father’s house are many rooms (John 14:2). Life is a rainbow of varying faiths and identities and that’s what makes our walks so wonderfully colorful.
I thoroughly enjoy writing and sharing thoughts and ideas, so I invite you to visit me on my second blog Gabby’s Place. Gabby is a laid-back, sometimes irreverent version of me who has no qualms about jumping into the issues of religion, politics and society. He loves to eat, so be ready for swapping of favorite recipes and information about differing foods. I need to spend some R&R time with Gabby and find a healthier, perhaps lighter, perspective on life. Have a blessed and productive 2019.
Somedays my feminine side takes over and I have a pressing need to rearrange the furniture or, as happened today, rearrange my blog site. WordPress makes it very simple to change a format and present a new look.
Deep within the category of “pages” which don’t get much attention was something I had created several years ago – a collection of verses which urge us to rejoice and a beautiful, African-American spiritual rendition titled ‘I Will Rejoice’. Click on the link above in the pages menu.
Do we have much over which to rejoice in today’s society? Our people are severely divided by politics and issues of social injustice. Income inequity finds the most vulnerable of the poor living in conditions of poverty and hunger. Homelessness has become a national disgrace within a country of unfathomable, immense wealth.
Did I create a gratitude list this morning when I arose? Hurricane Michael spared my part of Florida but other folks further north got nailed. Is that something for which to be grateful? They suffered great losses while I sit here tonight, house intact and dry, typing out a post on WordPress. Where’s the justice?
“This is the day which the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalms 118:24
That verse doesn’t put a qualifier or conditions on my rejoicing, does it? Whatever befalls me, I will rejoice. Whatever happens to my material possessions, I will rejoice. Whatever personal discomfort I face, I will rejoice.
Why? Because my Lord has made this day for me to go forth living boldly and faithfully in His goodness and mercy. No time for despairing over physical ailments or financial losses. No room for pity parties to which I am the only one invited. When was the last time anyone other than you showed up at your pity party?
Today is my Lord’s day made especially for me. I will rejoice and be glad.