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ust when you think it is over, life has a way of making you understand that it is never really over.  That last hurdle and I do mean the one that you felt was your very last, only means something when you complete it, and move on, to the next one. I feel that too often in life, we are ready to give up before the race even starts.  Its called complications, and if you are blessed to live long enough, you will face them, for some of us, MANY of them!

  I

 think these last two years of my life just about had their way with me.  I mean it got really tough.  But somehow, even while standing in the dirt, out there on the sidelines, I realized that if god had wanted me to give up, he would have let me go along time ago.  But just like the trees, the stars, and the sun, I am still here.  Standing, breathing, living and strong.  I can remember too, it was that last strong, gust of wind that just about blew out the life in me.  I thought that in that very moment it would be the end of me.  And had I not been holding my breath so hard it probably would have been. 

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ut not even me holding my breath saved my entire life, it was those eyes starting back at me.  Those eyes that said and read innocence, those eyes that say I need you more than you need yourself.  It was those eyes that made me realize that this life, is not always about what you want but about what your life represents.  As unselfish as it may sound, sometimes god gives you a life so that you can save someone else’s.  When I lifted my eyes, my heart, and my spirit, I knew, I knew.  My life was never my owns.  God breathed in me the breath of life, so that someone else may know his grace.

  I

 was only in his plan so that my life could be a sacrifice to and for someone else.  Maybe it was the eyes that belonged to me, or some soul out there standing on the sidelines.  But for whoever, whenever, wherever, I must lay down this breath, and give the life that was given to me, and lend it to someone else.  I am not scared, because as his child I am, since I became a figment in his imagination, a willing sacrifice, so that his work be done.

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 truly feel that so many of us try to hold on to the very things that god is trying to do away with anyway.  Live your life, enjoy your life, don’t just simply exist, taking up space in this great world.  Contribute, so that when God calls, and it is y our time to give up that last breath, it will have all meant something, and it will have not been in vain.