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I am sorry that I have not been present. My computer is still dead, and after trying several different solutions, I’ve narrowed it down to a bad battery. I ordered one today, so hopefully, I can be back into the swing of things soon.
On that note, I want to say life has a way of teaching you lessons when you least expect it. I learn new lessons almost every day, but they seem small and insignificant when a hard lesson knocks you on your back. September has not been the month I meant for it to be. Priorities have changed. Everything has changed.
My dead computer seemed to be the beginning of unhappy things to come. I won’t go into detail about all that has happened so far, as I’m trying to be more positive (more on that later), but in hindsight, I’m seeing that God had a hand in every detail and works for the greater good (even if that greater good comes with tears and humility). Lessons I have learned this month have made me a stronger, smarter person, and I am thankful that God sends messages through encounters with people we never knew or thought to be significant.
I’m sorry if I ramble. This is more of a journal entry that I need to get out. In the month of September (and it’s only half over), God has humbled me three times. Twice have been direct encounters with older, wiser people. Once has been indirectly. Each one has changed my life in a significant way.
I am rarely wrong about things, and that kind of personal attribute can make you feel high and mighty. God despises the proud, so He has no problem knocking us down a few notches every now and then. Each of these humbling lessons has hit me with embarrassment and shock. It’s God’s way of saying, “You don’t have the power, so stop trying so hard to control every detail. You’re not as smart as you think you are.”
The point is… I have been weighed. I have been measured. I have been found wanting. And I have been humbled.
Therefore, I have spent a lot of time thinking about what I want this place to be. I want Rose Colored Water to be a place of uplifting thoughts, happiness, and love. I want my life to reflect those things as well. I struggle with this, but there’s no time like the present to start changing your life for the better. If I don’t change, I’m sure God will knock me down again, and I would rather avoid that.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you stop by again to see how things progress.