Everyone's future is so bright I gotta wear shades.
Wondering if I missed the boat with my outlook of anti-children.
I just don't see how I could have ever made a good parent.
The stress of it all.
I am sure if I had a daughter,she surely would have been locked in her room until she was 30.
What is your legacy?
Is it the things you leave behind or the things you do that people remember you for?
A combination of both? What does God think about it? I know it matters to him how we treat one another while here,but outside of that I don't know is if he's all that impressed with much more.
I could be,and more than likely am very wrong on this.
I have not imparted any great wisdom or revelation unto mankind or even to a neighbor down the street...
what would I have to offer a child if I had had one?
I suppose if I had still chosen to marry an unbeliever,then I would have given that child the gift of divorce.
Not such a nice thing to leave your child as a reminder of you for their lifetime.
And if I had married a believer..what then?
Adam & Eve weren't the greatest role models for a married couple...nice legacy they left us all.
Then again,God sent Jesus to clean up that mess so why would I think that my shortcomings would be
any more difficult for him to guide me through?
Oh yes,my pride. Once again I think I know better.Once again I put myself first.
I really am sick of it...it wears you down...sometimes I just wish the end of me would run dry.
But that's why he has made us more than overcomers...is that our legacy? To be an overcomer?
When I die what will people remember about me?
Out of sight out of mind...we always forget. Even those we shared a deep bond with...sometimes you just forget,and the memories of them almost seem dreamlike.
Things for me can sometimes seem indifferent. There's no good or bad memory,just an image of someone or something I knew. I know in part I have let myself become that way. Sometimes to protect myself from the overwhelming sadness of loss.
I wonder why I keep coming here & posting. I wonder if maybe this is some sort of therapy,my ramblings..the fact that some people will read them,even if they roll their eyes or laugh at what I write I suppose it helps make me feel less worthless. Then again,I suppose a shared carton of ice cream with SeatBelt could have the same effect.