Life's Like That

Life's like that.
No need no complaining,
Just live it.
Complains don't help,
Makes things worse.
So L-I-V-E your day,
It ain't coming back to you,
Will be counted,
On D-Day.

God made me the way I am. I wonder sometimes how do I make full, positive and effective use of my strong-willed person? How do I camouflage this will of mine to complement the work of the Kingdom? I have kept it low successfully, and yet it creeps up my sleeves when I don't need it. Guess that's when I should learn to handle it?

Once in a blue moon I dislike that I talk too much when I'm yakking a lot that is. Wait, it's not the talking part that I dislike, it's the talking nonsense part that I abhor. Strong word? Precisely. And yet God has made me a talking person. Ironic. So I guess I have to like how He made me right? Perfect. I LOVE YOU GRACEYONG!!

Sarcasm? Maybe. But I do love God's creation. That will include me. Psalm 139:13-16 said it all. So I'm His wonderful creation. Beautiful. Charming. Gracious. Unassuming. Thinking. Mysterious? You think.

Becoming a lady is NOT easy. Not for a loud and rough person like me. And yet I BELIEVE in my junglish-ness I am pretty wonderful. So much for talking about myself. Oh well, I'm not a plastic girl at least. I am REAL. R-E-A-L = imperfection and A-U-T-H-E-N-T-I-C. Of course a hypocrite sometimes. I will be girlish in the way God made me, not the way the world intends to define me. Enough said.


same yet different,
gracey