What a difference a day makes. Especially when you get on your knees and pray to the Lord and Savior. You look at life differently. The days that you live no longer seem so routine anymore. You start to approach things in a different way.
I realized it the most recently. I decided that for the new year, that my resolution would be to pray more. Maybe because I am at that age where people start to think about life more seriously and want to make a difference; or maybe it is because it is just that time to be that change before the suggested end of the world that the Mayans predicted would be in 2012. Let me reinforce that I am not a believer in myths but they created calendar and predicted things of this sort even before history was being scribed.
In any event, there is a time that the end will come to everyone which i’ve realized; especially this month after attending three funerals including the one for my pastor and Spiritual father which will happen in just a few days. Life is short and regardless of how long the days may seem when gray seems to overhang, life is not long at all.
Think about it, you go to high school wishing you were older and then you get old and wish that you were younger. You wake up on Monday and wish it was Friday and then Friday comes and we say that the week flew by so fast. And in the midst of that time, so many events occur. But one thing that doesn’t occur is time waiting for us to make decisions, do the things we said we would do tomorrow in the yesterdays that pass, and to do what needs to be done to be the better version of ourselves that we foresaw, even if it was only in a simple thought process.
I heard of the death of my pastor and I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. I thought it was a joke and just laughed it off. Even when I saw people writing RIP to him or talking about his passing, I still didn’t take it as a real thing. But when I went to church on Sunday, it happened. I actually realized that it was real. For some reason it never clicked that my Spiritual father was no more.
Sadness hits my spine like hot boiling water to the skin. It hurts and it is not such an easy thing to deal with. Yet, I know that he is in a better place. I actually started to believe this morning that he is in heaven speaking to God on my bejal like he always has. Praying makes a difference.
And so on this day, I pray for the Associated Content community and for all of our families that we might find increase in all things. Bless our comings and goings. That God might continue to bless us, keep us and love us collectively and individually according to our needs. Prayer works. I’m a believer. God is real.