I'm fixing to be 52 years old here in a few days. I can't believe I've made it this far physically...all the damned things I've done to this body telling myself it would be alright all in the name of a good time. Perhaps I've been lucky. That does not outweigh my regret. Trust me there are many times I stare at this reflection and call myself cuss words. I could have done and been, much better. Too late late now. Life is good today nonetheless.
However, along the way I was rescued. That's the thing about being rescued. Someone else has to do it. There is a recognition from the spiritual that adopts the physical man and says in a place that belongs only to GOD...you belong to me. It probably sounds weird to a physical man. But that's not me anymore. I'll never be the same. I feel like I am 90 percent spiritual and 10 percent physical. A doctor might lock me up for such a notion. But I know better because Yah is real and ALL exists because of him. We are all byproducts of a grand divine plan. That I am even one percent privy to this is the greatest of gifts. Not weird. Does HE not leave the 99...?
Are you the one?
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