Aging and not wasting time, talents and thankfulness

After seeing gray hairs, I'm thinking!

I'm aging. We all are. From the time of our birth we are aging to the point of death. That's the reality of life.

I looked at a recent photograph of me and I'm amazed...yes. God sure understands creation and is a creative inventor. Everyone has a talent and its important to discover your unique talent and grow with it.

There are days I think that God broke the beautiful mold he had for me and then I look around and see so many beautiful people I think maybe he has one (1) m...old. It makes a lot of sense if we are "in his image and likeness" that our creator has a mold for the human race and the stuff on the outside is to help us - not him- recognize each other. Thus if we pursue hating others we are in fact hating ourselves and our creator.

Our beauty is in our uniqueness a

nd not in the shade of our skin or our religious and social beliefs.
I'm not a philosopher or a preacher. I'm not a theology or religious graduate. I am a lover of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and I am human. If you cut me, blood will run from my veins and I will feel pain. I can cry, laugh, dance and sing, and I do pray that I can forgive and love those I interact with if we disagree or fall out.

I am aging, and you my friend are aging with me. We are another moment older right now. When world leaders shout words of hate we should let our voices raise with words of love. Do not hate the hater soo much you become like him. We have limited time here of earth to discover and develop our talents... so get going.

Remember, if you can look at someone and see yourself, it should be harder to promote the hatred around. Use wisdom, and remember not everyone will see as you do.
Don't hate the player hate the game and the way they decide to play their game!

Thank you for reading, sharing and commenting. You are appreciated!

Support the author:

I've added my PayPal account , if wish to support my writing with any contribution. Its very safe and secure. You can choose to send any amount that you are comfortable with. Please check it out . Thank you!

paypal.me/dlewordslayer

Find me on: Twitter https://twitter.com/DLE41 or email:dwordslayer@gmail.com

Credits:Image - pixabay.com

Comments

Let's Talk... A Love That Lasts

The courage to carry “To have a love that lasts forever, is to truly understand vows and commitment” (Eversley,2016) In all of my forty six years of life I have waited for the commitment of true love. To really believe that there are people in this world who can cherish and care for another romantically has become a faded dream. A dream which has been archived into the fantasy part of my mental library. The love stories of long marriages which are not abusive or filled with indiscretions seem ancient. The new lifestyle sets a pathway to divorces which have become their own academy awards on film. Acceptance of prenuptial agreements and exit clauses are now necessary when thinking of love – whether in a celebrity career or leading a nondescript livelihood. To this end I did weep when I read from a friend and learned of his devotion, marriage and love for his wife. Let’s be real, and understand this is a true ongoing story of endurance, commitment, passion fo...

Swirling Thoughts

Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Marek Okon You got me stumped, Now I must think. How can I even contemplate, the idea of swirling? Its either an ice-cream being swirled in a mix, Or maybe it’s some plasticine, Made from rows of colored sticks? I’m not sure if I got this one, And I’m not sure if I can see, If anything around can swirl into my brain, Just to make sense of this word ‘swirl’ for me. At first I thought maybe its dancing, With my skirt swirling around my knees, But suddenly realized I’d fall flat on my face If some swirling really took place! Considering next a few splashes of paint Thrown on a paper to create a design, Suddenly that swirl made a lot of sense Understanding right before my eyes. So okay Eugenia, think I’ve got a writing plan And a way to take swirl ‘mainstream’. Kindly make it a little easier, for me to think again Cause this one, is hodgepodge on my screen! 26/03/2021 Thank You for stopping ...

A Meadow Of Grace

The grassy bed up on the hill. Was a place to escape For my daily thrill. To go outside away from it all Was my secret place With everyone around. The space alone was under a tree, With only the lizards to bother me. You can see the grotto, Where the priests would pray. It was a sanctuary, A place I wanted to stay. You can call it a meadow, because of the ground It’s what comes to mind if meadows are to be found. Yet still if I consider My Scottish retreat many years ago, I walked through some meadows, And never wanted to go home. The air was very different, from my tropical breeze, The birds and the sky seemed to envelope me. Every moment I was able to run wild and free, Was a moment I rejoiced for the blessing from Thee. Blessed beyond measure, to discover another secret place, Made for me by Jesus, a meadow of grace. 8/06/2021 Inspired by a prompt from Eugi’s Causerie . Thank you for stopping by. Please shar...

D-WORDSLAYER

Search This Blog