Some of us struggle in life and are too proud to ask for guidance or help. Some lives are in destructive ruts and we are blind to them. We all have a loved one, neighbor, or friend who we might like to help, but we are frozen in fear of being so bold to intrude and lose them. This is where I was when I first sat down to write the following birthday poem. Yes, I delivered it, and I’d like to say it inspired change. Instead, I received a warm and friendly “thank you,” “yes, I know,” “I love you,” and a hug–but nothing more. I feel all I can do now is to keep praying that my someone will one day want to be helped and will ask.
The Precious Gift of Life
The precious gift of Life is a one-time go round, non-renewal, non-exchangeable, one-way ticket;
The good times, bad times, favorite memories, all depend on how we choose to live it.
With each birthday we reach a new milestone in this sometimes wild life that comes with it a reminder;
Don’t waste even a minute more–let’s keep moving and check our direction finder. What is our plan for our one wild and precious life? And, how does it fit into HIS plan for us?
Reinvest in family, friends, and ourselves?
Let’s be courageous and take that leap of faith—
Just do it, like Nike says before we face those golden gates.
Remind ourselves that we are loved and that it’s never too late to pursue a new and improved path that leads us to our personal best,
Just Do it for our own state of mind, spiritual growth, and other individual success.
Fight through any and all insecurities;
Look for and accept life’s new opportunities;
Remember life is a short-term loan. Truly, none of us knows when we will be called Home.
These two things we always should do–Keep praying for help when we struggle and give thanks when life is good–
So, Let’s STOP with all this gab–
Let’s make Him, us, and others proud—
Let’s make that renewed effort at transformation and come out of our self-imposed isolation;
Maybe, it’s just that next step that helps us find our own glorious salvation.
Let’s Just do it!
by Joanne Boling Dickinson: March 16, 2013