I have hopefully become more grateful of the gift of life I have been given as I advance in years. I don't know how many I have remaining, but taking into account some of my relatives, I still have some years ahead. My maternal grandparents live into their late 80's and early 90's. I have paternal aunts and uncles who also lived into their 80's; in fact, one of my paternal aunts passed away last April at 95. Here's to genetics.
Despite "all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams," I am still in the process of becoming the version of me God wants me to be. I am working on "Go Forward". I have been the second worst enemy I have; I need to become the second best friend I have. (If you can't determine who has the first spots in those two categories, you don't know me well enough.)
I thank God for the past twelve months. Little by little I am more aware of His grace in my life. A grateful attitude is quietly but continually blooming. More of a willingness to trust, while it waxes and wanes, is the focal point of "Be Bold". Surrender is a hard thing to do, but it is necessary for growth.
So what will the next 365 days bring? I don't know; discernment has always been a challenge. I still want to "Reclaim Me", an authentic version of who I am, one I have never really known, accepted, and appreciated. I am heartened and encourage by the words by the words of Revelation 21:5, "See, I make all things new."
Ecce nova facio omnia.
Last Sunday I assisted at Mass at the Cathedral of the Madeleine. The priest in his homily made a point which resonated with me. He said, "Do not trade your present hope for the promise of the future." God will keep His promises; I just have to do my part.
Believe and receive; doubt and do without.
Quite the challenge. Here's a wish to accept it.
But I have a question for you, dear reader?
"Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm...?
Still here.
Next year.
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