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The Creator’s Creation
When I was teaching young adults, and they would do something outside of the classroom—something incredibly stupid (yes, stupid—sorry, I can’t think of a better word for driving on a slippery patch of ice on a curve, fast, as a challenge to see if you can defy all odds)—they always seemed to think at the same time, “Oh, but it won’t happen to me.”
Well, it happened to them—and it happens to them. Their “won’t happen to me” eventually runs out. All of my own “won’t happen to me’s” have run out, too. I try not to do those things anymore, but, well, they still happen to me.
For the most part, my magic wand still works for some reason—but the magic feels different now. I seem to be, I feel to be—at least lately—visualizing almost constantly the task that has been before me for most of my life. Maybe it’s because I realize more than ever that life is so, so precious—and yes, so short—and all I truly have is today.
Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
But today—today—is a gift.
He believes in me. I believe in Him. His spirit runs in my veins—always has. I can feel it. I have always felt it.
I am the Creator’s creation. I am a creator. And while I still do “stupid” things, thank goodness I still feel His spirit—His magic wand—in my soul, in my heart, and in His will for me.
