Happy
Birthday! Mom!
June
2, 2012
Thy Will be done!
Our Father…Who art in…Hallowed be…Thy
kingdom come…Thy Will be
done…Amen!
These fingers wore thin the pages of His
Word, yet did I hear Him speak? The Good Book does, indeed, say “Thy...” and not
“my”. Why then, always, “my will be
done”?
I am thankful that He gave me free will
and that, sometimes, I actually use that gift in accordance with His Will. If
one thinks life is NOT as they perceive it ought to be, remember how bad it
might get IF “my will be done.” The evil of pride shall not prevail in the
temple of my life; there is no room for darkness to challenge my perfect Faith!
Nor contest my true love of Family! Nor dull the sparkle luster of crowning
Freedom! I shall freely pray and live---His
Will!
His Ten
Commandments--------------------------------------His Will be done!
His Sacred Eight
Beatitudes----------------------------------His Will be done!
Faith! Hope! Charity! -----------------------------------------His Will be done!
Revelation tale: the good guys win, in
the end-------------His Will be
done!
Faith! Family! Freedom! (Man’s life
Trinity!)-------------His Will be
done!
I have known several saints in life and
a few angels, and, I am not among them, sad to say. Yet, I pray, perhaps some
tiny example of my level of Spiritual Development may offer hope to any who
cares, or dares, to look. My transgressions, I freely confess to God. Forgive
me, Father.
Though, for my attitude, there comes no
apology. Within the “Trinity” of life I live freely and fully, enjoying each
moment in the spirit of Faith! Family! Freedom! In that, my life is perfect!
Have some cake; dare to eat dessert
first, sometimes, and often. In that hoped for eternal promise of yet another
day, the hint of dawn to birth the ’morrow may not be for---me…or, thee. One
day, it surely shall not come; then, I shall stand alone, and, hear His final
Word. I will pray that instant, not for precise justice which now I do so often
demand exacted, but, rather, for His tender Mercy in judgment of the lowly
sinner standing humble before His Will be done. Amen!
I am blessed to come this far and thank
Him for all the help He sent my way. God knows, I surely needed every bit, and,
perhaps, then some. The people in this life of mine paved a stony path overlaid
with smoothness love for one who could but barely walk a stride without falter.
Those saints and my angels truly earned their wings protecting the burden which
is I. Thank you.
Faith!
Family! Freedom! May just be all there really is
In
that final instant, the only counted judgment will be---His!
So, my Mother, dear, with tender heart
and spirit respectful, I offer you, on this auspicious anniversary of your
birth date, a well-deserved tribute and humble counsel:
Sing
sweet angel hymns to precious loved ones’ hearts by honoring---
Thy Will be done!
Happy
Birthday! Mom!
Love, Carl & Candy
(Part 12 of 17 Tomorrow)
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