My Heart is Full of Thanks

I miss no words in saying, “I have lived a good life. And, I am living a good life. I am blessed.” Like, I often say, “If I was to leave the scene right now, I have no regrets, whatsoever. I have lived a full, good life up to this point.” And, for this and many others, my heart is full of thanks. I am grateful to the one who carries me in His own very hands. The story of my life cannot be told without His hands being mentioned, every step of the way.

Yesterday is but a dream, tomorrow but a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day. (Indian Proverb)

This is not to say, in any way, my work here is done. No, no, no. There is yet a whole lot for me to do. In fact, in comparison, I am yet to even start. Just that they belong to their own time, times and place. They are not carryovers from the yesterdays. My endeavor every day is to live full – do all that He (God) has put in my heart to do, according to the grace, opportunities and outlet He has granted and is granting me.

The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours - it is an amazing journey - and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins. (Bob Moawad)

I live ever ready for Him. That in no way is to say I am perfect, or have attained perfection. Rather, I fall into His safe loving hands to carry me every step of the way. He and He alone makes all the difference there is in my life. Without Him I am nothing. With Him I am everything; I have everything, and I am fulfilled. That is the story of my life. And, I am ever, continually grateful.

I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. (Henry David Thoreau)

Thanks to God for another chapter to unfold. Thanks to Him for a story to tell (Not one of shame, but one of joy). Thanks to the Giver of Life, who alone has made this possible. Thanks to God for the plateau. The place of average: high today, low tomorrow. The valley: the days of despair, when God was seemingly silent. And, the mountaintop: still climbing. Sustained by "His everlasting arm." Like my wafi brotha sey: "we don see 99, wetin be 100."

The fear of death is only the consciousness of unresolved contradictions of life. (Leo Tolstoy)

Thanks to every man, woman, boy and girl I have ever crossed part with. Thanks for being a part of my story. You’ve been God’s extended hands to me. What is life without people? Love y’all so dearly. You define who I am, and growing to be. You add the color. You add the beauty. You add the value. You are God’s extended hands in reaching out to me. Thank you for the part you have played and continue to play in my pilgrimage. Thanks for being a part of my story. Thanks for being a part of my life. I just wanted you to know you are loved and highly appreciated. Thanks!

Living in the In-Betweens
Time Waits for No One