How does it feel to have the promise of a tomorrow, to know you have financial security, to have an income that flows freely forth, to feel the security of a life preserver in your canoe, to paddle and paddle with the same strength you had yesterday being your strong-ness increasingly today.
To be in tune with the beat on your own clock, to keep keepin' in step with your clock's hands in its rhythm as you walk, to have a bass drum in your mind that regulates where you walk and turning a walk into a march. Being a marcher in a parade everywhere you go as the tune of your own drummer, routinely, always, and never-ending...
To have your two hands that you bring together in a clapping sound, to clap your hands like cymbals, Spanish castanets on your fingertips, your fingers leading an entire orchestra as they tap, tap, tap, together, tapping the mouse of your computer as you write. You leading your own band, being a one-person band, the director, the chief executive officer, your own boss.
Fine foods forthcoming, no lack for foods or shelter, access to all you need, better yet, access to all you desire. A strong heart, to not worry about expecting the un-expectable.
Having a full heart, full of solid space, not emptiness, not grieving. Grieving instead for others who are grieving. Their connection to God is in your hands, you are not wishing, instead you are praying, clapping to music you create that never leaves you, continuously lights up your life, and as you ask God to give strength to others for their lives too.
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