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It’s not about time

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Its not about time, at least I dont believe it is anymore. I did for the longest time. I believed that time was all we had. Part of me still does, and part of me has decided differently.

We don’t have enough. It takes too long. It goes too fast. Theres always more. Where is it when you need it. Time heals. Time changes. Time keeps going. It moves on. On after we have stopped.

So, tell me how that is all we have? Something that never is a part of you….something that feels lack and scarce?  If it is “all we have”….will it ever be enough or more than we need? Will it forever be moving too fast or too slow?

No, Its not about time.

What we have is what we choose, and it is a choice.

We are now. We have now. If we want we to, we must choose to do everything we can from now. And past now, for as long as we can, until we cannot anymore. Thats when we’ve done everything that we were meant to do, and we no longer need to do anymore. Thats what I think.

It doesn’t matter how long that takes or how fast it goes or if there will be time to do enough.

It will always be enough, because its not about time. We weren’t given time.

We were given a chance. Its about how we use it. From that we have everything we could ever believe in, if we choose. There is no right or wrong way. It is never wasted. It is ours. We have that choice, just like we have right now. Time can never decide that for you.

Forever After

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Forever After

What comes after forever?
I wonder how it goes
You told me to think on it
You said no one truly knows

Its a mystery to all
But is that really the case
After all we’ve come to realize
There’s things we all must face

If every story has an end
Then forever couldnt be
But every story does begin
From an end we didn’t see

So that just goes to show
All things are complete
if you Take the time to look
You’ll find the missing piece

But how do we know
If forever really ends
How do we decide
When it really first began

To live happily ever after
For most its just a dream
But as with every fairly tale
Things aren’t always what they seem

An eternity no doubt
Would be very long indeed
Ever after may not end
But to where does it lead

Brings back the lingering question
Will we ever truly know
Can we complete the circle
I will never let it go.

A journey left unknown
Its not the last story
Pages still unturned
Are the reasons we believe

My best guess is this
I could be all wrong
But if i had to decide…
We’ve lived in forever all along

So What comes after forever
You said no one truly knows
I took the time to think on it….

Its where new beginnings grow.

-SheilaB

We are the people

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I know its been a while…but I wanted to share a story with you guys. I wrote and posted this on my Facebook page the other day, but afterwards decided it would be a good idea to move over here. Maybe it will bring with it a bit of inspiration.

I saw this happen at a local gas station and felt strongly enough to write the story that goes along with it.

The world needs more people like this, and we need to be the ones to make that happen.

******There are good people in this world*****
This afternoon I pulled into a gas station and without taking much notice to anything else, I headed inside the store to pay for my fuel. The place was busy as usual. People were coming and going from all different directions. Rushing here, late for there; completely consumed in their next whereabouts and oblivious to the life that was taking place around them. I really didn’t think much of it. So I walked up, handed my money to the cashier, and continued on my way. Perhaps even I had been involved in my own thoughts as well, but as I walked out the door I head a voice that caught me by surprise.
“What’s wrong with your truck, ma’m?” I head a gentleman say. His strong southern accent adding even more to my curiosity. I turned around to see where the question had come from and to whom it was being directed. Then to my left I saw the red Chevrolet pick-up he must have been referring to in third parking space down. Sure enough, the truck sat there with its hood propped open in a state of disrepair, something I’d completely missed when I first walked by. The man was dressed in a military uniform, either a soldier from the army or other form of special services – I’m not sure which. He was crouched down and it wasn’t until then that I noticed the woman beneath the vehicle, trying to figure out the cause of her problems. She had spread her coat down on the ground under the passenger side door and managed to crawl to the area she thought was causing trouble.
She spoke in a quiet voice, so I didn’t catch her response if she did say what the issue was. He reached out and offered her a hand up off the ground. She showed him the parts and tools she had in the back of her truck, but by then I had made my way back to the pump where my car was parked. From there I was still able to watch all that was going on.
“If you don’t mind, I heard him say, I think I might be able to help.”
She shook her head, thankful for any assistance the young man could offer.
“Good. He said. Give me one minute, I’ll be right back.” and he headed off back to his car.
I tried to think of what I could have done to help, but I stood there clueless. I knew nothing of cars and the very little I did know seemed irrelevant. I did however, continue to watch the people that came and went right past the woman and her truck. Not one of them stopped, but what happened next had to be one of the most generous things I have seen someone do in quite a long time.
The man made his way across the parking lot carrying what appeared to be a tool, perhaps even a spare oil filter he had gotten out of his car. How he would have happened to have the proper part she needed, I do not know. Miracles happen when we least expect them.
“Would you mind if I had a look?” he said. But without hesitation, he leaped down beneath the truck and went to work with the tools and new contraption he had on hand.
The woman stood there in amazement. Who would be willing to take the time to do such a thing?
I couldn’t help but smile, having watched the whole scene happen right before me. They continued to work, but by the time I left the expression on the woman’s face appeared much more hopeful than only the few short moments before.
I cant decide whether I was more amazed or grateful to see that there are still people out there willing to help a random strange in need. And a gentleman nonetheless who has devoted his own life to serving our country. How many people had walked by before he came along? Would anyone have stopped if he hadn’t? If we have the ability to help someone, shouldn’t there be no question in mind that we would?
Its disheartening to think that most people wouldn’t, but seeing this reassured me that there are in fact good people in this world. More importantly though, is that we all have that we all have the ability to make those difference if only we take the time to do so.

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One random act of kindness.
No one is ever too busy for that.
Someone who spends his time protecting us and our country wasn’t, so neither are we.

Thank you to all of our troops, the men and woman of our military and everyone else in the special forces. God bless you.

~Sheila Marie

The Beauty of Summer

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The Beauty of Summer

Morning breath of summers air,
Catch the pitch of hummings’ song
Dew still moist from evenings fare,
Raise in prayer the days belong-

Listen you’ll hear the songs of June
Whispers from spirits within the trees
They capture amidst a fine milled tune
A work of art one seldom sees

A refreshing mist from July’s tears
Helps chill the fever of raging sun
And quench the thirst of leaves it sears
When the heat of day has just begun

But over the climax it starts to break
We gather round and sing rejoice
And dance to careless good times
Till we hear the laughter of goodnights voice ~

~SheilaBmarie

Tradewinds

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Tradewinds
by Sheila Marie

We sit with bated breath- our futures holding
Hands held tight in deep composing

Searching for the answers to
Answers that we wish we knew

A sure path way to reach the stars
No such thing, only come to find
May as well be the long road to mars
Sending us further and farther behind

But against the winds we try to seek
That of which seems out of reach

Knowing it could be coming next
And hoping it holds the very best.

Learning always from what is done
Guided along by rays of light
To better ready for whats yet to come-
Bringing clouded views to perfect sight

And all the time spent will be worthwhile
And all the dues paid on the extra mile
Will prove to be more than timeless haste
Because in truth, that’s never really the case

We can brush off all the used to be’s
Climbing mountains taller than the trees-

Taking chances on whats in store
While leaving behind what is no more

The real journey has only just begun
But until then, in faith, we’ve already won

Still we wait and hope and wish and pray
Because somewhere we know will come the day
When the roots can let go and finally cave
And we’ll be left no more to wander astray

Every storm will come and pass
Just as every wind is not meant to last

And If you question when, all I have to say
Is someday came will be our day

It’ll be the day we dance and scream and laugh in praise
Because the tradewinds finally blew our way~