At the risk of borrowing from tomorrow's troubles, I sit here thinking about where I've been and where I'm headed. Only forty-something, I sometimes feel like my life is over. I've made some poor personal decisions in the past...and I live daily in their shadows. Is there light ahead for me? Or is my path now set in stone, dark and cold. I grew up hearing, "if you make your bed hard, you will have to sleep in it." Such a sense of finality that adage holds! But, is the legendary "hard bed" one's final resting place? Or, just another pit stop, a place to rest (albeit uncomfortably), while new dreams are dreamed, and new schemes hatched? I hope in the latter.Change is headed my way. An old friend. A ruthless foe. An impartial eventuality. Am I strong enough to face it? Lord God, give me the strength to do each day whatever it takes to be ready for whatever my future holds, and the wisdom to choose well.
