The Journey

 

Is it beginning?  Or ending?  Ah, that is the question.  Whether t’is . . . okay, just kiddin’.  Kinda.

A wee while ago I posted about my mom, then deleted the post because I had decided it was negative.  Then I realized, courtesy of others (like Joyce Meyer) who’ve had challenging/dysfunctional upbringings, that it's quite possible to relay events and episodes, perceptions and insights from a factual [not emotional] stance. 

The intent: post about the journey as the sole caregiver for my mother.  To share what I’m feeling, seeing, doing (hopefully, without depressing the <bleep> outta myself).  <LOL>  Kinda. 

Now, I’m wondering if perhaps that journey is the spiritual one I’m taking as I embrace Christianity . . . as I learn to trust God . . . while crying, yelling, begging, praying for Him to help.  <LOL>  Kinda. 

Everyone travels Life’s twisting, turning paths.  Some have it easy, some don’t.  Is that because those that have perpetual bad luck or taxing challenges aren’t Christian, or have no faith?  Or is it that God selects specific souls so they might face [fight] adversity and subsequently be strengthened?  Just throwing out some very rudimentary thoughts. 

Back to square one.  Is this the beginning . . . of a new, lengthy journey where I tackle continual challenges and [God willing] prove triumphant?  Or is it the end . . . of an old, lengthy journey where I cope with past trials and troubles and [God willing] demonstrate forgiveness and understanding? 

Time will tell . . . as I will tell you . . . while/when traversing each crossing.