It was something familiar to be back at her parents’ home.
She hadn’t been there for years, but now she was about to get married and she wanted to visit the home one more time. As she visited the garage where all the old stuff was kept, she found an old shoe box. In it she had kept all her notepads from her teenage years. Flicking through them brought back memories. Some very unpleasant ones, some really hurtful ones. There were however some notes that reminded her of how she took being inspired very seriously.
As she flicked through some, it came as a surprise how some of the things she had written so long ago spoke to her present challenges. The way they spoke as well was both timeless and timely.
Life is not to be lived in the past, but seen as a reason to experience how the present can be the set up for the future.
That future can be seen like a prospectus that is written by you. It does not and cannot give the full details of exactly what there is to be experienced. It can certainly give a good outline of what might lay ahead. That prospectus can be written now.
It is up to you how it is written – it can be done in line with an Author who has a good idea how to write these things. Or it could be done with others whose prospectuses promise much and deliver little of worth. It is up to you – it can be written by you.
As she read these words, she sobbed. Maybe she was not alone in her situation. Maybe there was a way out after all. The way out found from the past was the way to take the present for what it could as the way forward.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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