A simple, four letter word with so much weight, meaning, and expanse to it. It means the opposite of death. The distinguisher between something dead or alive. An adjective that means to be have a “spring in one’s step”. The word that describes the action of breathing each breath, conquering each hurdle, feeling each emotion.
Sometimes, I get so caught up in other people’s lives, that I forget that I get to live my own. If it’s comparing, longing it were just that little bit different, or taking more time to observe someone else’s life, etc … I can waste my own precious time pouring into that which I do have.
Everyone’s life looks different. Period.
Yes, there are components that definitely look the same and areas that overlap a lot more into some people’s day-to-day workings (i.e. same job, same church, same school, same favorite coffee, etc). But for the bulk of who we are, there are is no mirror image to yours.
Before I shaped you in the womb,
I knew all about you.
Before you saw the light of day,
I had holy plans for you …
The moments I have to breathe are vital and only mine. I get to choose what and how I fill them. If there is something I am not liking, I get to choose how that I can change (mainly speaking about my attitude here). When I am overwhelmed with stuff that just seems to fill and fill my time and rob me of the joy God intends for me to live life with, I get to choose if I stay in that state or not.
My life is just that … mine. Not yours, hers, or anyone else’s. God has a special and unique purpose for it, and I’m not going to let any one person/thing rob me of living it in joy.
Will you choose the same today?
p.s. a post I wrote a while back about how only I can be me.
pic pix: a wee bird on a wire, in the grand scheme of things – me, Aug.2014, at Matt’s aunt’s farm