Let the games begin
I should state for the record, I had no idea what was happening.
I mean, I knew what I wanted to happen, but that doesn't mean it was going to go my way.
I really thought it wasn't. In my mind, I didn't have a chance. Maybe I just wanted to think that.
I'm not sure when it hit me, but it did. All of a sudden everything gravitated towards us.
Things just fell into place, you right beside me, as if it was always suppose to be like this.
Like pick-up sticks dropped from the hand of a great creator, our own paths in life are hard to decipher.
One can stare at the mess for hours, trying to figure out, if I take this one, how will this affect the next?
Will I be able to keep going if I mess this one up, or will this be the last one I ever grasp?
Perhaps every year we pick up another stick, just hoping that we'll be able to see through to the next step.
To see one's final destiny in this cluttered game is close to impossible. Yet, through trust I think we can come close.
These last few days and weeks I've begun to trust and love without holding anything back.
And, as if by magic, I've begun to see how I can pick up my remaining sticks.
It won't be long now before I have those in my palm, one last final push for the end.
I believe that only in this end, in death, can one receive new life.
It would seem that I have come to the conclusion of my first game. Like I said, they are all in my hand now.
This death is not sad or to be remorsed though, only to be remembered and never to be forgotten.
We can move on and change from who we once were, but it will always be a part of us.
But, here's the best part. We get to keep playing. A new game and a new life is about to begin.
A new life, full of college, jobs, work, marriage, and family is right around the bend.
I'm starting to believe I'm ready for it. I'm starting to think that, once again, I will be able to see my destiny and the step involved.
Although this time it will not be as easy, that is for sure.
After all, this time when the sticks are dropped there will be twice as many.
I hope this great creator remembered to let Monica know that hers were being added to mine.
I mean, I knew what I wanted to happen, but that doesn't mean it was going to go my way.
I really thought it wasn't. In my mind, I didn't have a chance. Maybe I just wanted to think that.
I'm not sure when it hit me, but it did. All of a sudden everything gravitated towards us.
Things just fell into place, you right beside me, as if it was always suppose to be like this.
Like pick-up sticks dropped from the hand of a great creator, our own paths in life are hard to decipher.
One can stare at the mess for hours, trying to figure out, if I take this one, how will this affect the next?
Will I be able to keep going if I mess this one up, or will this be the last one I ever grasp?
Perhaps every year we pick up another stick, just hoping that we'll be able to see through to the next step.
To see one's final destiny in this cluttered game is close to impossible. Yet, through trust I think we can come close.
These last few days and weeks I've begun to trust and love without holding anything back.
And, as if by magic, I've begun to see how I can pick up my remaining sticks.
It won't be long now before I have those in my palm, one last final push for the end.
I believe that only in this end, in death, can one receive new life.
It would seem that I have come to the conclusion of my first game. Like I said, they are all in my hand now.
This death is not sad or to be remorsed though, only to be remembered and never to be forgotten.
We can move on and change from who we once were, but it will always be a part of us.
But, here's the best part. We get to keep playing. A new game and a new life is about to begin.
A new life, full of college, jobs, work, marriage, and family is right around the bend.
I'm starting to believe I'm ready for it. I'm starting to think that, once again, I will be able to see my destiny and the step involved.
Although this time it will not be as easy, that is for sure.
After all, this time when the sticks are dropped there will be twice as many.
I hope this great creator remembered to let Monica know that hers were being added to mine.