You share a thought. You say "thanks, have a nice day!" You pause for a moment and ask "How are you
today?" You go to work and do what you do. You're bored and feel like you are unimportant. You are retired and feel
like there's nothing left but to live out your remaining days and just be happy you woke up this morning.
"What good am I?" you ask.
This little rut that you created in the world you live in sometimes comes crumbling down on you. You get buried up to your
neck and you cry once more, "Why me God? What have I done to deserve this?"
Back in your younger days you were full of life. Your spirit soared and you wanted to claim the world as yours.
Maybe some of you really didn't ask much from life. You wanted the basics, a home, family and someone who loved you. Visions
of white picket fences and posies, a small garden and a nice vacation up to the mountains would be just perfect.
Now, you stand there in what you think are the ruins of a life gone wrong and you moan.
You are faced with health issues or someone in your life has been diagnosed with a life threatening disease
and you fear the worst.
Your days are dark and gloomy and your attitude stinks. Still you cry out "God help me!"
Is this you? If it is, you have no idea how incredibly valuable you are.
You see, what you have failed to recognize is that all that you think you need you have already. All of the
elements of your definition of happiness already exists.
The treasure you have been searching for all of these years is...YOU!
You can't buy what you need. You can't learn what you need. You can't get what you need from prayer.
You have it already. The answer is YOU!
All of this torture is unwarranted. All of the worry is a waste of time.
But heed this warning. Time is passing by and you cannot make up for it. The value of the treasure that is you has not
diminished at all. But you have lost this precious gift of time. Wasted it. Thrown it away. Spent it like it was unending.
I need you. We all do. Right there where you are, being you, God's precious gift to the world.
"I am not gifted, talented, gorgeous! What can I offer the world? What difference can I make?" you ask.
Be human. Permit yourself to be fully expressed in and around the world you live in. It is right there that you can serve
the world by touching the lives and spirits of others who cross your path. They are in need of you and all that makes you
unique.
Yes, my gift comes in the form of words. Yours may be a craft, a smile, a helping hand, a generous donation to do the things
you cannot do. Maybe you are a great listener. There are millions who want to be heard. Maybe you are best at just sitting
quietly. There are thousands who just need company. Can you cut grass? Can you bake? Can you fill out forms and pay bills?
Can you drive? Can you walk? There are thousands who can't.
I have been expressing myself and sharing my thoughts and believed that I would never get a greater reward or satisfaction
than I already glean from this thing I do for a living, no a loving. Then today I received the most glorious gift. This
message:
Hello, The line at the bottom of the story says if you were blessed by reading it to write and say so.
This story touched my heart because I've forgotten the joy of running in the rain. I am a 33 year old stay at home Mommy
to my 3 beautiful children. My daughter was born weighing only 2 pounds and had medical problems her entire life. At the
age of 11 now, she has a brain tumor and in the hustle of doctors appointments and hospital trips and medicines and fear
and anger and hurt, I forgot how to run in the rain. I've forgotten how to laugh. My two precious little boys are lost in
the grind of my despair and I've not noticed. I too, need washed. My heart cleansed from bitterness. Today, I will awaken
my children and play ball. Today, I will forget the tumor, the seizures, the medicines and go for ice cream. Today, I
choose to begin to live again.
My mother sent me this story and I appreciate who ever wrote it, whoever decided to publish it. There are many of us,
unbeknownst to one another that need to be washed. Today is my day.
Julie
Oh my God, why are you so good to me? If this was my last day on earth I would leave fulfilled and happy.
Read this line again...Today, I choose to begin to live again... Today is my day.
No my friend, today is my day. You made it so. You took the time to be you. You spent this precious time you have to
tell me that what I am matters.
"I believe in You!" Bob Perks
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