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Life Choices

Sally

“There’s an awful lot of sighing going on over there,” said my pew-mate at church yesterday.

She was right.

I carry my cares in my shoulders and my breathing. Multiple times during the worship service I had realized my shoulders were tight and that I was holding my breath. I would force my shoulders down in faux-relaxation and exhale slowly. Apparently it didn’t go unnoticed.

We talked for a few minutes afterwards and her words were so helpful. To have the right person with the right words show up at the right moment is truly a gift.

Then I made a great life choice — carve pumpkins with my granddaughter.

Sometimes a life choice is something big — where to go to college, who to spend my life with, where to settle down and live.

More often it’s something small — what do I do this month, this week, this day, this moment.

Carving pumpkins, eating roasted pumpkins — sometimes that is the very best life choice.

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11 thoughts on “Life Choices”

  1. I’m glad I got to go to church with you and can vizualize where you’re sitting and the sanctuary. Thanks for this reminder about choices, which we make every moment. Today might be too old to have “no mistakes in it yet,” as Anne says, but there are many hours left to choose well in each moment. Also, what a lovely bowl to put the guts in!

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  3. Hehe! That slimy feel of pumpkin guts! My dad would always rinse off the seeds and roast them – they were pretty tasty! As for the right words at the right time, I think of angels, guardian angels, pushing and pulling people together so that he Holy Spirit can give them the words to speak and the heart to hear….

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      1. I hope you share a poem for W3 too 🙂

        In the future, if you delete a poem you’ve shared on Mister Linky, could you please me know to delete the link?

        Thank you ❤
        David

      2. Yes — I’m sorry. I’m in the middle of my work day and got a call about that post so I took it down. I was going to reach out to you when I was done with the meeting I was in.

      4. [sigh] — I knew that the poem alone would raise some eyebrows in my family, which is why I wrote the blathery explanation. BUT — of course, they only read the poem and not the rest and jumped to wrong conclusions. If I didn’t love my family so darn much, and not want to hurt anyone during an already difficult time (separation), I would just post and not care. But I DO care. All this is to say that in future, I may not post to Mr. Linky (so I can easily take things down) or I may create a new site where I’m freer to post — because writing is how I process confusing situations — and sad situations — and happy situations. Words flow from my heart sometimes and I feel like that’s sometimes my best writing, but it may not belong in a public forum.

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