Living through this pandemic has given me more time for introspection, which can be good or bad. In my conversations with God, I whine about what I can’t do anymore. I’m old, I say, and I’m frustrated I can’t do what I used to do. And, on top of that, what I can do is limited by this virus. I feel I have no purpose in life. God says, I don’t care about what you can or can’t do for me. It doesn’t matter. You’re my love object. What? God says, You’re the object of my love. You were created to be loved by me. That’s your purpose. I try to wrap my mind around that. Even if I were totally bedridden and had to be spoon fed to survive I would still have purpose? Yes, God says, I don’t need anything from you. I love you! I created you for love.
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Briefly Speaking is full of hope and encouragement--that's my goal. I'm a professional writer who promises you sometimes funny, sometimes thought-provoking comment on my life in horse country in north Texas and on what's happening in the world at large. View all posts by Sheila Graham