"ON THE ROAD TO GLORY": Time Flies when You are having Fun

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Time Flies when You are having Fun

Gosh.....where does time go??? It marches on....You can not stop it, there are no delays, no control....It goes and you either savor it or you curse it....Your choice. Time is not an enemy. It is our friend. It is the place we get to do our best or our worse and then it becomes our enemy or our friend. It's really our choice. No one to blame, just us and time. Do with it what you will. No one has more than the other, no one has less than the other....It is an even playing field. We start at the starting point but not all end at the same place. You can not feel sad about it. We are all given the same choice.....What makes us choose differently is a mystery that is not up to me to answer. I want so desperately to share the truth. The salvation, the peace, the joy, the comfort of knowing Jesus Christ......Have I always known it....oh no....that would be too easy....But I know it now and it is powerful. It is overwhelming, it is peaceful...it is Jesus Christ. Scripture....look up the rainbow promise. For some reason, before I knew, everytime I saw a rainbow or even more dramatic, when a rainbow was presented to me in my darkest hour, I felt a connection to God. I did not know why????? but then we, my husband and I, began to read the bible in a year. and in Genesis, the rainbow covenant is revealed. God's promise which I knew but did not know why was suddenly revealed in all it's glory. Do you know how powerful that is???? So I wish to all, to everyone, the power of the rainbow.....Look!!! and more than look...actually see. the promise you are given....embrace it, cherish it, live it and you are on your way to eternal life.....Whooeee....what could be more exciting. Rosie the wildwoman

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Now that I have advertised my blog in the paper as a spiritual and artistic journey of a reborn Christian and a reborn Artist....Wow what a ride...... I guess I need to give a little history so those who do not know me will understand where I was in my past life and why I am writing this now....

I married at 18, not for love, but because I was pregnant. I had a wonderful son and a miserable marriage. But I was never one to give up and besides it was too easy just to let things slide.

When I was 31 my son was hit by a car and died at the age of 13. My husband and I each proceeded to go our own way in destroying our lives. Alcohol, drugs and rock and roll.

I was lucky in that I could keep up appearances during the day and had a rewarding career in the medical field. One of my conventions brought me to Portland, Oregon and my husband and I fell in love with the Oregon Coast. The marriage was still miserable but tolerable and I saw hope in moving to Oregon to get my husband out from under the control of cocaine. From the beginning of time I have always wanted to fix everyone but myself.

At 40 we moved to Oregon to begin our new life. Seven years later my husband was dead at age 60 from a horrific disease, interstitial fibrosis. I cared for him during the progressive disease which lasted 3 years. He died on father's day. As I sat in the room that morning waiting for the undertaker, I could only feel that our son had come to take his Dad home. I should probably note that from the time my son died I had written God off. There was no answer for me as to why children have to die, especially mine. During my husband's illness, I would walk past the chapel at Providence Hospital and something would call to me to come in and I would deny it, get away from me. I want no part of a God that appears unjust. Then 9/11 happened and that really cemented it in my mind that God wasn't worth the effort letting innocent people die so unfairly.

During one of my tirades about this, to a Christian, there appeared behind him, in blazing letters....."JESUS" Somehow I accepted what had happened in my life as God's will, I could not understand, I just had to accept and believe in his mercy.....and that is the day I accepted Jesus as my savior.

Instantly I was given a person to love, I was given my new husband's two wonderful children and then grandchildren. All that I had lost was given back to me...on faith, blind faith...because we can never begin to understand God's plan......Now I was right with God but I had not let him dwell in my heart and in my consciousness and I had not yet begun a relationship with my savior.

Then my new husband's 31 year old son was diagnosed with osteosarcoma and died..... but not before he brought his Dad and me back into the Lord's house and we became re-committed to God's plan for our lives, his word and his house.

I feel so very blessed that God did not EVER give up on me and he will NEVER give up on anyone until the very end...

Giving up the remote control has not been easy since I am a control freak and have always believed I was the one directing my life. But....I can only suggest trying it....you will be amazed at what happens and the joy it brings.....