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58 Years


Today marks 58 years that God has blessed me with; and I am beyond grateful! There were many years of my life that I just took each day for granted, not acknowledging that everyday is a gift that I have been blessed with.
I was too busy surviving and working to accumulate things, versus using most of that energy and time on people. I missed out on moments because I was too busy focusing on what was ahead instead of being in the now. It really wasn't until I woke up one day and found out that I had stage 4 cancer. I was in the best place in my life back then I thought. I was in great physical shape, working and going to school, but my life got turned upside down. Every time my doctor would tell me how lucky I was that I caught my cancer in time, and it was good that I listen to my body, I saw it as my wake up call from God. I had become lost with recognizing my purpose, and I was living with a more is better attitude. Don't get me wrong, I like nice things, but I don't need an over abundance of any material item. I was reminded that the devil is a thief. He will have us believe that more power, more money, and more things define who we are. We begin to believe that we need the best of everything - homes, cars, clothes, shoes, etc.while losing sight of the things that are irreplaceable.

I woke up this morning rushing to get my day started instead of taking time to say thank you to God like I do each morning. As I scurried around the house my thoughts became consumed with whys, doubts, and wants. Such as, why don't I have the summer home up North to escape from the heat. Why am I not making the money that I want to make, what have I accomplished in 58 years, and so on and so on - you get it. I had to remind myself that I don't have to be where I want to be. I have to be where God needs me. So, thank you God for me being cancer free for 17 years, and for showing me that everyday is a blessing filled with beautiful moments and blessings.

Blessings Everyone!

Peace, love & hugs!

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