The solutions in life
Who knew there was a panacea for daily living. In the beginning it was write your story as you go. Get up, deal with the issues of the day, make a living, socialize, start over. However, there is a method to the madness that only the old timers know. It takes age to discover.
It’s the notion that every thing you do matters. It all leads you to the end of the story. The big climax for some, or the sad ending for others; with a plethora of happenings in between.
The irony
In my opinion, we are put here to make a difference; but we have to age, or gain knowledge, be receptive, in order to do so. It’s almost an oxymoron. What happens when you have the knowledge but then don’t apply it?
I believe in predetermined fate. We are known in the womb by the creator, God. His plan for us is already in place. He knows the ending before we do! If we ever do. He knows that our existence is for the greater good.
Troubled times
Thinking about the occurrences of today’s hate, I was blessed with a daily scripture that reminds me and uplifts me. The panacea for life after death.
Hate casts a wide net. Those casting it know the difference but they resist the truth, are of corrupt minds, they cannot progress. All life degrading things become their folly and pleasure. Nothing good can come of it. Perilous times prevail.
The answer as believer
The solution to the question seems easy but the reality is more complex. For the solution is the example we set. And, we cannot be that example without a relationship with the almighty. I chose not to be powerless. I chose persecution. I chose a worry free life in spite of all the hate. I draw strength from an all mighty, all-knowing, all-powerful source. I cannot fail.
That’s my contributing panacea.
