Last year at this time. I was bed ridden. I had just returned from two months in the hospital where I endured four major surgeries. One of which was open heart. It gave me much time to think about my lot in life. Where I've been, where I am and where I am going. So many thoughts race through your mind when the only thing you can physically do is... THINK!
I realized that my formative years (the teens) pretty much set me on the course that has lead me to the place that I am now. I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm not saying it was all wine and roses, on the contrary, there was some major pain and strife that was part of that season of life.
You have fights with friends, you get your heart broken by that teenage crush and you wallow in a little self pity for a while. Do you wanna know something? It's OK! Sometimes you need a little slap in the face a little time in the mire if for no other reason to learn the lesson that you don't have to stay in the mud.
Of course there are those time I wish I could relive. We all have those moments. And they are GOLD!
I recall a sermon I once heard by W. T. Alison. (Y'all know who that is) He recited a poem and the last phrase echoes in my mind as I write this.
"Memory is one gift of God that death cannot destroy".Because He gave me a song,
Jimmy Bagwell
