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A New Year

Well, I am actually doing this blogging thing. . . it all started after I was inspired by the movie Julie & Julia. Plus I was encouraged by my son to blog each day, and in return, he would exercise daily. Yes, it is a bit challenging to do, especially since it's early in the morning and my thoughts are usually just the ones off the top of my head. But after a week of doing this, I am finding enjoyment and pure pleasure. In fact, I am beginning to think of more things to write about. . . who knew?
On this new day of this new year, I do not want to be a person of greed. How pathetic to allow greed to be your motivation for work, for "caring" for others, for ruling your life. I know of a woman possessed by greed, she fights for every last penny, she covets every last dime, especially if it's your dime. Yet the reality is the more you hang on, the more you lose. The tighter you cling, the more control you enforce, you stand to lose it all. You lose respect, you lose loyalty, you lose credibility, you lose friends (maybe that is why you never had them), you lose relationships, most importantly you lose your family, your sons and daughters. All your self-serving actions portray an empty soul, an insatiable emptiness, incapable of receiving love, let alone giving love. . .
There has to be a better way. I want to model the way of my Maker, who did not think it was beneath Him to pour his deity into flesh and blood like me. A Savior who stooped to the vulnerability of being conceived, birthed, and fed like me. One who dealt with frustration, rejection, misunderstanding, and people who could be so self-serving, oppressive, and unjust. Over and over again, He gave; he gave us choice, he gave us this beautiful earth, these incredible bodies, he gave us life, even a thing called eternal life. There is nothing stingy about God. . .
So, I'm starting this year out with a joyful spirit, and most importantly, a giving, generous heart.

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