Folks -- I wrote a Blog on Fate a couple days ago and as fate would have it, somehow it got lost. I've looked everywhere and just like my inability to understand electronic things like computers, I guess somehow I deleted the damn thing.
Anyway, a couple days have gone by and I have had time to rehash Fate in my simple little brain. Do you believe in "Fate"? I certainly do.
Years ago someone gave me a book called "There Is A River" by the "sleeping prophet" Edgar Cayce. I read this book with zest and it sort of changed the way I thought about life. Now I am not into fortune tellers, palm readers, and all the mumbo-jumbo; but I certainly do believe in Que Sera Sera as more than just a song. Especially as I get older, I see more and more things that happen. Because of this, I believe everything is predetermined -- like Edgar Cayce. Not because some snake-oil salesman in a tent says so; but because I've seen it over and over in my life. Many times you don't get to do things you want; but as time goes by you see the sense in why it did or did not happen. When you get into the Autumn of your life, you are able to see that things you wanted in the Spring or Summer (or even early Autumn) were not the things that were good for you. Sometimes it takes a lot of hurt and pain to realize these things.
Now I am not a believer in organized religion but I certainly do believe in God. I believe in the power of prayer and I think simple miracles happen every day. We don't always get the answer we want; but we always get the one that is best for us ... we just can't always realize it. I also believe after many hard times that God never gives you more than you can handle and that some people are stronger than others. Surely the ones who fail have to be non-believers. But don't get upset ... that is just my opinion and at 61 I am entitled to it.
I attended a Celebration of Life last evening for a great friend. She was cut down in the early autumn of her life (same age as me) from the horrors of pancreatic cancer. She wasn't ready to die. She has very young grandchildren who are going to miss growing up with a wonderful grandma. But this illness has proved that no matter how hard you fight, when your time is up, you go...young or old. However, last evening it was revealed to me the beautiful things that have come out of her passing. Jackie was a party girl and what could be more appropriate than us celebrating her life on Cinco De Mayo. She would have loved it. (and yes, she did plan the entire thing from the throngs of her death bed) THANK YOU, JACKIE.
The next time things don't go your way...remember fate. Read the book "The Seven People You Meet in Heaven" . Check out Edgar Cayce. Think back on your life and see how God works every day for you. And I am not being morbid. I am very thankful for everything I have and every day I draw breath.
"This is my story, and I'm sticking to it."
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