Mar 11, 2011 11:34
I survived for a reason.
They've told me I should not have lived as long as I did on a machine that's only supposed to last me two weeks at best. But I'm still here. I have a new heart. I walked with two machines (one only temporary; held up for a time with a little faith and a lot of tape). I plan to be around for a long time.
It's time to rededicate myself.
To God, through whom all things are possible. (I'm living proof of that.)
To Amanda, without whom, I'd still be missing a piece of my heart, so to speak. I love you, dear heart, and still await the day we can be together as we should.
To my family; biological, adoptive and... osmosive. They have always been there for me. Even when I was unaware or uncaring of their presence. It's time to return the favor.
To my writing and drawing. Spring has sprung again, and with it a plethora of ideas. This year I plan to focus on just ONE, and hope to be done with it before the general malaise of Autumn returns.
To me. There's only one. I haven't done much these past few years. Time to experience something new.
risks,
amanda,
rededication,
writing,
family,
god