(2024) Not On My Life…

Daily writing prompt
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?

Not only do I not wish to do any re-living at this moment, but I wouldn’t wish any of my life on any other human being!

I hear so many folks talk of what they would do differently if they were to go back in time, but as much as I don’t want to go back… I also wouldn’t trade it for any amount of money!

The me that you see today is a priceless gem, cut from the hardest of stone. I am a blade made of iron, shaped through both fire and ice for tempering… I am a chosen child of God!

Has it been difficult, exhausting and painful, yes!

Have I had to walk through life as an outsider… an outcast? Yes! Most often, I am simply misunderstood by those that surround me.

Have I done any of this alone? Nope!

Whether good, bad or in between… all of it was foreseen by the one who knew of my very birth, before the foundations of the earth had ever come to be…

The path I now walk is a combination of many things, much of what I brought on myself along the way. By revisiting the old me, doing or saying a thing any different than I did the first time around, could possibly undo a lesson that was vitally necessary for my walk with God, at this moment in time. No thanks!

I love the me that I am now, so, as they say… There’s no going back, There’s no better time than the present, or even better yet,

Therefore be ye also ready: for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of Man cometh.” (Matt. 24:42–44.) May we heed this warning given by the Lord and get our houses in order and be prepared for the coming of the Lord.

I’ll not waste time looking back, but instead, I shall be ever watchful for His return. I think that is a far better idea, with far better rewards, than re-living any single moment of my earthly life.

Have a cookie…

Not On My Life…

Daily writing prompt
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?

Not only do I not wish to do any re-living at this moment, but I wouldn’t wish any of my life on any other human being!

I hear so many folks talk of what they would do differently if they were to go back in time, but as much as I don’t want to go back… I also wouldn’t trade it for any amount of money!

The me that you see today is a priceless gem, cut from the hardest of stone. I am a blade made of iron, shaped through both fire and ice for tempering… I am a chosen child of God!

Has it been difficult, exhausting and painful, yes!

Have I had to walk through life as an outsider… an outcast? Yes! Most often, I am simply misunderstood by those that surround me.

Have I done any of this alone? Nope!

Whether good, bad or in between… all of it was foreseen by the one who knew of my very birth, before the foundations of the earth had ever come to be…

The path I now walk is a combination of many things, much of what I brought on myself along the way. By revisiting the old me, doing or saying a thing any different than I did the first time around, could possibly undo a lesson that was vitally necessary for my walk with God, at this moment in time. No thanks!

I love the me that I am now, so, as they say… There’s no going back, There’s no better time than the present, or even better yet,

Therefore be ye also ready: for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of Man cometh.” (Matt. 24:42–44.) May we heed this warning given by the Lord and get our houses in order and be prepared for the coming of the Lord.

I’ll not waste time looking back, but instead, I shall be ever watchful for His return. I think that is a far better idea, with far better rewards, than re-living any single moment of my earthly life.

Have a cookie…

Baby Days…

God Bless you WordPress, for giving out a prompt that brought me right to this picture only moments after reading the question.

Without a doubt, if I could go back and relive any time in my past, it would be my Baby Days…

What I would give to go back and experience, once again, those times of bonding, nursing, caring for, and watching those first milestones of my baby girls.

It was the first two years of each baby that I wish I could bottle and save within an old worn Hope Chest. I always wanted one at the end of my bed, but it would need to be an old worn one, and not a newly made piece. It should look like it had seen some battles and tough times, but withstood it all just to sit and hold my treasures.

On rainy days I could sit and go back through all my favorite memories that were stashed away for safe keeping. Special baby blankets I had made while waiting for each of my girls birth, their first pair of baby booties, and even favorite first books or teething rings with chew marks still visible. All I have now is a blue plastic tote with the few remnants salvaged from things… it works!

If it were possible I would go back to a time when my babies needed me, loved everything about me, and couldn’t stand to be parted from my breast.

I know deep down in their hearts, my daughters love me… they just don’t really want or need me anymore… it is what it is… I get it!

That was why I wrote all of those Do You Remember letters… one day they will want to look back and remember… one day, and for that day I will trust in God.

Until we meet again, they and I, there will always be those Baby Days…