Sometimes I feel like an impatient child at Christmas, begging God to tell me all the answers. I look to the future trying to pull back the wrapping to see what I have been given. As we know life doesn’t work out that way. Truly would we want it to? From birth would we want to know that our entire lives has already been planned and there is no choice.
Isn’t it the great adventure of the unknown that excites the butterflies to flutter. Do we want to know the ending of the film before it begins? Well then I ask for mystery, excitement, joy and whatever else I can behold. I don’t want a black and white film alone, but bold splashes of color and textures. I want a hand at the painting wheel.
Guiding these feet to places I have never seen, experiences emotions that turn my lips and gazes that wrinkle the creases around my eyes. My sisters have mentioned that I need to wear eye cream, I probably should but truly aging is a part of the journey. I will not be young forever nor would I want to. Beauty is not merely in the surface of things and people but in the essence of our nature.