From The Archives: How Do YOU Deal?

If you've been following me (as a reader, for you nutjobs out there) for any length of time, you know that I have been known, at times, to try and add a little depth to my, sometimes, sophomoric sense of reality... It's not often, but, frequent enough that people DO realize that I'm a normal (by SOMEONE'S standards), functioning adult in America. So, with that being known, some of you may have followed my original blog on myspace (www.myspace.com/twenty24! I want more friends!!!), and seen some of my rantings on that wonderful networking site. After speaking to a couple of readers, I decided to transplant a few of my more popular blogs over here to Da IN-fection, and introduce my new readers and fans to some of my older work. This one is from February 29th of this year, and something on my heart told me that needed to be posted for someone reading. Enjoy, and be blessed:

How Do YOU Deal?

I'm sitting here, moments after clocking out from work, thinking about life. And death. My cousin called me earlier today and told me that his grandfather, my great-uncle, didn't have much time left... If you've been following this blog awhile, you'd know that in recent years I've dealt with my fair share of death. And it's a changing experience... But, what struck me about his comment, other than the obvious grief that I truly haven't heard in his voice in some time, was the choice of his words. Not. Much. Time. Left.
We as human beings operate in what we call "Real Time." These are the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years in which we actually breathe and interact with other "real, live people." We get so caught up in Time that we obsess over it. We dread time. We fear time. We panic when we feel time is short, and waste what we call "free time." If you spent the time on Earth that my uncle, or grandmother and grandfather, my mom, my friends that have made the transition spent on this Earth, what would you tell everyone on the other side you did with your time? What stories will you tell the saints about your time in God's Ultimate Project?
I know, I rarely get all philisophical and preachy in this forum, but I think situations like this demand this respect. I love my uncle, and will always treasure the memories that I have of him and will pass on the life lessons that I learned from him to my children. I also know that I have members of my family that are in pain, that probably never wanted to see this day arrive. But, one thing I do know, though I am no biblical scholar, is that God has already planned our year, month, week, day, hour, minute, and second to return to Glory, welcoming us with open arms to say "Job well done, my child."
I know that this blog may seem a bit pointed or even favored, but it's not. This message is for someone who is struggling with some kind of pain, worrying about a family member, or simply wishing that they had more time. I don't care who you are, either sitting at your computer, or even doing as I am, and checking up on myspace via a mobile phone. But, if you're reading this and you feel that one of these people are you, simply say this prayer to yourself:


"Father, I come to you today, humbled by Your presence, asking for Your guidance, asking for Your favor. I've lived my life, worried about the time I have, or the lack there of, wasted time, not fully appreciating the time that You have given me, and I apologize for that. I come to You today to ask that You guide my heart in the direction that You want me to go. That You look inside me and see that I only wish to please You and I seek only Your favor. I lift Your name, and place my burdens on the altar of Grace, knowing that You have already blessed my situation and have already bestowed Your favor on me. This I ask, I pray, I cry, I shout, I beg, I plead, I accept in Your Holy name. Amen."


Quote of the day: "Live by faith. Let go, and Let God."

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