A friend, author of over 120 books, promised himself he'd always reach out to help others learn to write. An agent friend promised he'd instruct others on the business. A friend who grew up poor promised she'd never eat pinto beans again and another who grew up poor promised they'd never buy knock-offs.
Last week, Mama and Daddy decided his knee hasn't healed enough for them to feel comfortable traveling and the four days in the ocean-front condo couldn't be changed. So, here I am - sipping coffee, listening to the ocean and watching the sunrise. And I'm stumped. Why do I have the life I have? The old term - "My cup runneth over" is a familiar feeling for me. I remember telling a friend in college that if I died right then, I'd die happy. She thought I was weird and informed me that my life wasn't that great. (Hi, Connie). I remember saying that same thing to my co-workers in high school and a woman the age of my mother said, "No, you've not been married or had children." I told her I understood that, but I couldn't imagine being any happier at that moment. And, no, I didn't have the dream high school life - I don't know what I was thinking - except that I'm fairly delusional. Ask anyone who has to live with me.
So watching the sun sparkles on the water (that is my favorite thing to see in the world - light reflecting on water) I was marveling at my life and I made a promise.
I told God I'd be the most grateful person here. That he could look up and down Florida, but no one would be more appreciative of being here, than me.
What promises have you made that have steered your life? Or what promises do you need to make to regain focus?
It promises to be a beautiful day!