When the minor is major
There are times when
I think I am going to do something rather impulsive triggered by a stroke of
luck or good fortune, I am primed and ready in mind and thought as if to act
and pounce upon the opportunity when it arises. That part is somewhat set up even
if the practicalities of it have not yet been fully considered, I have the
confidence that is a mere formality.
Then, there is a
passage of time and fortuitously as the apparently mundane in life is
happening, there is a confluence of events not exactly as the hope for that type
of luck desired, yet it is a build-up quite unexpected but just as significant.
A landmark is reached that makes you realise you have been sitting quite
unbeknownst on a blessing, your unawareness is gifted by the fact that it is not
so obvious or sudden, like miraculous or lucky.
Count the blessings,
always
This is where we risk
the mundane leading us into moot ingratitude and the apparently normal makes us seem unthankful and by that unreflective of how so wonderfully blessed,
privileged and successful we are. Rash as one can be in decision-making, then
determined as one can be in purpose, all things and I mean all things do work
together for the good.
I am thankful that
goodness, mercy, favour, and more surround me, that I am given more than enough
sometimes as of right, as of requirement, as of worth, or as of just the way
things work out, all of which one should not be ashamed to live in the reality
of, then never forgetting to show that what has become possible to one should
not be an impossibility to others who can just dare to dream it.
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