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Somedays I remember that we are going on a trip. The biggest trip we have ever taken. It is a trip that so many people have taken before us. It is part of our rights and a condition of living. This trip is like none other. You can not purchase a ticket for the fare is not money and everyone that goes is a V.I.P and travels privately. The time and day are not given and neither is your departure location.  This trip is so huge that people should prepare for it early, yet it is so seldom talked about that people leave things a mess and unfinished. It should be exciting to the spirit but when the spirit is sad and incomplete it doesn’t recognize its ride home.  The destination of the trip kinda depends on us though because it is based on our works. You ever think about that? Think about what your leaving behind? What legacy did you create? I do. Is the material things so important? I know they matter but in the whole big scheme of things how much do they really matter. I look at myself and I think about what people will say about me when I leave for this final trip. Will they stand around and converse about all the money I had? Will there be arguing and discord because a memento was given to someone they never expected would receive it? Will someone be complaining about something i did wrong? Will some just sit in silence because I left without an I LOVE YOU or a reconcilliation? I hope not. In my preperation for this great trip I do everything I can daily to keep a clear mind. I love hard. I solve disagreements fast. I dont harbor hate, anger, and disappointment. I smile and laugh. I get over myself quickly. I love the Lord with all my heart, mind and strength. I love my neighbors as myself. I hug people alot. I tell my friends and family that I love them every chance I get and I effect lives whenever I have the opportunity. I let God use me to manifest himself in the earth and I am greatful for who I am , where I came from, and what I have.  When I leave for this great trip I cant help but to imagine that I will be there at that great going away party someone is going to throw for me. While I listen to the sounds in the air I expect to here things like; I remember the time when I read something that Cocco wrote and it changed my life. I remember when I was feeling low and Cocco came up to me and gave me a long hug. I remember when I didnt have help with my children and Cocco and her family took them in. I remember when she would smile and tell me I am beautiful. I remember her laugh. I remember her tears of joy. I remember her reading to me. I remember how she loved people. I remember how she took care of me. Those are the things that I am working to hear, because to me those are the things that stick to the fiber of people. When we are that kind of person I believe that the final trip we take is pleasent and beautiful. Our spirits rest in knowing that they were a vessel of love, joy, peace, self-control, grace, mercy, goodness and gladness.  Death is not so bad, its just the final trip that we plan ahead for. Be at peace. I love you

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