Now that I have everything I ever wanted, except huge pectoral muscles, it's time to review, and consider what I did to get here, and what was given to me by some other agency, i.e. "fate," "destiny," or a higher power.
As nearly as I can figure, all I did was make a simple decision, at age 40, to go back to school and get a degree in history, then a teaching certificate. Lots of people make those kinds of snap decisions. How often do they work out?
About this often: see Mark 4:1-20. Imagine you're a seed.
A farmer went out to plant one of his fields, and he began broadcasting his seeds about onto the already-prepared earth.
Some of those seeds fell onto the road, and the birds swooped down and ate them right away. Too bad for them; they never had a chance.
Quite a number of seeds fell onto places that were insufficiently cleared, and still full of stones. They sprang up quickly, but their roots were stunted by the shallowness of the soil and the rocky ground, and when the sun came out the sprouts were scorched. They wanted to grow, but lacked the foundation. Good intentions are necessary but insufficient.
Some fell among the blackberries, where they came up, but were choked. Those seeds had too many problems and worries -- marital problems, financial problems, troubles at work -- and nobody came to help them by clearing the thorns. Every seed needs a little help sometimes.
But there were also seeds that fell on good ground, and came up, and were watered, and those seeds yielded, 30 times, 60 times, some 100 times. Those seeds passed it on.
What does it take to be one of those latter seeds? It's not a contest or a race, I can tell you that. It's a gift -- a free gift.
Sure, you have to have a plan. But the best laid plans of mice and men...
So if you're a lucky seed, count your blessings, and give thanks where it's due.
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