Living Intentionally

I had a strange dream last night that I can barely remember. But what I got from it was that we have only been given a certain number of grains in the hourglass. Once that last grain of sand has passed into the lower half, life has come to an end and there will be no more opportunities to make the most of every word and deed. I have come to the conclusion that once we become fully aware of who we are and the choices we have, it is irresponsible to think that nothing we say or do in this life will directly affect the world around us...

With that said, it's time to look around at our world and live life intentionally... Not being fully content to blend into the mundaneness of routine or "the norm".... There should be no such thing as "faceless masses"... There should be individuals that have come together in communities, local or global, that want to live their lives like everything they do matters... And not only now, but for all of eternity... The kind word that is spoken, the helping hand extended, the heart that looks on the world with care and hope instead of criticism and despair, the person that wants to make a difference...

After what may be years of careful analysis, I've discovered that I am TERRIBLE at accepting compliments...



Someone says: "Good job, D!". I say: "No problem...."

Someone says: "Wow! You did that?!" I say: "It's not that big of a deal. Anyone could."

Someone says: "You're pretty" I say: "Eh... I'm alright."



And while I sat at my desk, waiting for the computer to do most of the work, I discovered what the root of this issue may be... I don't believe I deserve the compliments... I'm just doing what should be done or being who I am... Nothing extraordinary, nothing special...

But lately, it's been brought to my attention that I am in fact special, something unlike anything else on Earth... God made me that way... Special... Extraordinary... and I only sink into obscurity because I want to... In fact, most times, I try to... but if I was made to shine, it's only a matter of time before someone notices the speck of gold in the rocky soil...

Let's take this from the top...

I'm not who I want to be... not even close.

I have found myself being many things to many people but not really sure of who I am. And so finally, I'm taking the time to try to become that person. Rewrite my story, so to speak.