“Everything you want is on the other side of fear.” – Jack Canfield
When my mother died. I was in my early twenties. She blanketed my fears. She encouraged me. She made all things pretty. If I made mistakes, she talked me through them. We were a team. But, then…she was gone.
After graduating from college I thought I’d get married like all of my friends. I didn’t.
When I finally met my soul mate, I was 33. I thought we’d have children. We couldn’t.
As life progressed, I thought we’d expand our family but it didn’t happen like I’d dreamed. We had so much love to give. Why wasn’t this happening?
I was told I was so talented. Why was my life not like the fairytales like those of my friends? I would compare myself to them…2, 3 and 4 kids. I had “nothing”, or so I thought.
I had faith in God. He says “Take courage…”. My mother always reminded me of this. Now…it had meaning. It had meaning to me. I’m taking control of my life…finally. (I’m a late learner, but I’m thankful to be able to learn!) I’m taking the courage afforded to me by my faith in God. I just had to believe in Him…and and then I asked Him.
Recently, I entered two writing competitions. I didn’t win. I entered. I took courage. (Finally, I took courage!)
I had an ailing hen. I had to induce vomiting to get the thing that was constricting her breathing out…I did it. My rooster, Thurston, was attacked by a predator. I had to bathe and attend to his wounds. I did. (I didn’t say I wasn’t shaking the entire time, but I did it.)
Without trying…without caring…without loving…without faith, what is this life?
Life may not happen as we imagined it; but isn’t it more important to have faith, hope and love? In fact, fear is actually “False Evidence Appearing Real”.
Take Courage! Live!
Do you take courage? What did you do that required courage? If not, what will you do to receive your courage and conquer your fear? You don’t have to win everything to have courage.
“Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD!”
As I have taken on a challenge to write everyday, I found some lyrics I wrote long…long…long ago!
If you want to make a girl’s day, set some bluegrass music to it and let’s make some music together. Tag! It’s your turn! I’d love to hear your creative melody…It would be sweet!
“Oh Sweet Collards”
By: Summer DeCoste
Oh how I miss you
It’s been only a year
Your butter bean – green eyes
In my mind…
and I fear…
You’ve found another
She stole you from me.
I miss you, my sweetheart.
Well, I miss your sweet collard greens…
No one makes ’em
Quite like you…
Mmmmm, they were tasty
Miss ’em, sweet Honeydew…
How did you do it?
Pulled me in with yer rod
Must have baited with yer collards
Cuz it wasn’t your charms
Sweet tea to chase it…
Life just isn’t the same…
But the sun has gone down on that missin’ you game.
How I’m missin’ those sweet collards now
Maybe it’s time I get rid of yet stuff…
Most of it’s gone
But that perfume
Can’t rid of that smell
It won’t go away.
But a pot of yer collards
Well, those…they can stay.
So maybe it’s not you,
That I miss at all…
Them sweet collards…
Those sweet greens
Had my heart all along.
Well goodbye sweet darlin
I’ve had enough…
Of you and this silly sweet missin’ you stuff.
Farewell, Adios, & have a good life
Just leave me a note
With some collards sometime….
Actions and doing are better than sitting and stewing. So, I’ve been busy.
I raked. The chickens then climbed to the top of the piled leaves and started kicking their legs furiously through the pyramid of fallen leaves to make a nice flat circle for me. Time wasted? No. They loved it.
I cooked. I made a roast. My husband obtained a cold so I transformed it into a beef and vegetable soup. Waste of time? I don’t think so. He feels better today.
I wrote. I received feedback from others, who cared enough to read my manuscript. I reconfigured my words, not once but a couple of times. Hours gone but am I upset? No, because the book is only getting better.
Looking back over the weekend, I notice I’ve been busy! Doing for others is never a waste of time. (Funny thing is..I didn’t look at it that way at the time!).
Sitting and wallowing over spilt milk…what others might or might not be thinking…what may or may not happen? THAT is a waste of time!
I think I’ll keep doing. I’ll keep loving. In the end, I keep receiving, but only when I take the time to “see” that.
Today, I’m thankful.