Epiphany of A CERTAIN Woman

Sitting here, still excited as I anticipate the endless possibilities.  Breathless as my mind runs through the wondrous miracles and promises and the race that is set before me.  I laugh when I think about how my plans were so far from what was on the mind of the God.  I cry when I realize the sacrifice that has been made on my behalf and I determine in my mind that I will ensure that God receives a return on the investment He made in me.  The change, I shall keep, I am not looking for a refund on it.  I expect that it will be the matter upon which my future will be established and deemed success.  Keeping the change and making it Matter. 

Every opportunity I will remember, the promises that have been made to me by the lover of my soul.  I never will forget the way I have been loved without condition or bias, just loved.  A love that is limitless...a love that is pure, a love that does not seek self gain or satisfaction.  I never will forget this love that chose to give for me, not just anything, but everything.  This love that died in my stead.  When I think about the P.O.W.E.R. of love, this is what comes to my mind.  That I never will forget to love as I have been loved, to forgive as I have been forgiven, to live in appreciation for the life that was given instead of my own.  I never will forget who I am and whose I am, empowered with greatness, kissed with favor, blessed with gifts and ability to fulfill purpose and destiny.  I never will forget that my life matters, despite what it looks like today, despite the present circumstances.  An investment of blood and sweat...

Wow, counting back looking forward, appreciating all of it.  Some times, when I think about life, the journey, the challenges, the changes...I get a little discouraged.  Sum Times, when I think about the totality of all of it, I still stand amazed and so very, very grateful.  Some is just a portion, some is just a part, but Sum, All, the total occurrences, times of this life are working for a far greater prize.  The gain or end result is greater than the sufferings of the present.  I press toward that mark, I press for some times that will be better than other, I press for Sum times to bring me to my destiny, purpose, place of prosperity.  Sum Times, in full, all added up, the positives and the negatives will give me the sum times.  I don't have to be concerned about Some times, some this, some that....all is the Sum total and I have been reminded that All Things, Times included, when added all together, sum times will work out for my good ...and for H...

I am still living on the change.  It was traumatic, but it did not kill me.  I did pass out for a short time, I must admit that, but thankful I am for those who called the "Code" and revived me.  You, my sister, you my brother, thank you for being there for me.  So, here in the change, living the change, appreciating the change, accepting the change...it takes time, but my mind is coming to grips with it.  My heart is trying to embrace it and continue to heal and get stronger.  Keeping the change and making it matter, will require discipline as never before, more tenacity than I ever thought I needed, the box is gone so of course I am thinking outside of it....I will keep the change and make it matter.  Making it matter because my life depends on it, making it matter because my sister's life depends on it, my brother's life is needing what I have left.  Making it matter, because there is a continuation to the story and I will keep moving, turning ...

CONTINUUM   Write It Everyday...Right It Everyday   Wow, something was left over, from all of the seasons, experiences and transitions. Something remained, that is worth recognizing. When the thought that all things would remain constant, relationships, this body, this mind, my surroundings, suddenly or subtly, CHANGE manifested. Who expected it, who requested, no, not I. For me, everything was perfectly wonderful...who could ask for anything better. Life and living, it was oh, so sweet. Family to love and to give love, a spouse who provided spousal provisions...what more could one ask for. I am settled into this life, the only change I am expecting is more of the same. The only move to be made is the furniture; the only surprises will be the ones that others share with me. Not to affect me...neither to effect me. But, HOLD ON>>>wait a minute, who is the author of this story anyway? Who holds each day in the palm of HIS hand? Who knows the end from the beginning...

Another amazing opportunity to say YES.  Turning today, part II, page 16, chapter 2012.  My mind and thoughts are on "the press".  A printing press is a device for applying pressure to an inked surface resting upon a print medium (such as paper or cloth), thereby transferring the ink.  Can you imagine, as the author is preparing this "written epistle, to be read of men", he has to apply pressure in order to transfer it.  Yes, pressure is necessary, for every page, each chapter, every sentence. While preparing for the transfer, at times, the pressure seems unbearable, but we know, that the only way the story can be transferred and shared with others is that it has to go by way of the printing press.  Interesting, pressure must be applied or the story cannot be transferred.  Ok, my heart says to the author, yes.  Yes to the printing press, yes to whatever it takes to transfer this story, pressure and all.  So my sister, as we turn ...

My thoughts are on the absolute blessings that have been bestowed upon me.  I have, at times, felt as if I did not deserve such great and precious blessings.  I am grateful.  Still turning the pages of this life, Part II, page 13, chapter 2012.  Just to be alive and able to experience joy, pain and all the elements that come my way is a blessing to me.  Praying an effectual prayer for you, you and you that you may experience the peace that no one can understand.  Loving life, liberty and the pursuit, I exhale and turn another page.  I inhale and turn another page, I smile, I cry, I sing and dance and I turn yet another page in this, my "Her-Story".  I am She...Grateful is my name!!!!  Think about the good and perfect and the not so perfect..but the fact that all things, when placed in the hands of the author,,, works out for good.  Turn the page with me sister, we are truly blessed and highly favored. Epiphany of a CERTAIN Woman Denea...