I journeyed through middle age judging that which I was told to fear.
I missed so much good.
In early life, trusting so readily, could have swallowed me. I’m thankful, for the added chances. I’m thankful for another breath.
When revisiting judgment universe, on occasion, I become angry at the world. I don’t want to go there. Its like visiting a smelly grandmother who doesn’t have cookies to share.
If I’m smelly, smile gently and say, “Mimsi, you stink.”
Oh yes ~ There will always be, “One, more thing.”
My mother, your great-grandmother, Babe, use to say, “The interpreters of The Bible were wrong. The statement of ‘The root of all evil is money,’ but I say, it is the lack of money, that is the root of all evil.” Tumbling her beliefs in my mind for a long time, led me to understanding. Yes, I know she is correct.