I came to Ruston on a mission to catch up with all those I have dearly missed the past four years.  I made a list of those I hoped to see and visit with while here and am slowly working down the list. (If I forgotten to put you on the list--it is without intent---MY MEMORY--IS NOT what it used to be!).  I will have to go back to Texas at the end of the month and fast for a few weeks---visiting involves LOTS of eating!

Coming with a plan and intentionally formulating a way to accomplish all I have set out to do is the only way to get this done. I know there is a limited time frame here in Ruston and the only way to accomplish all of this is to meticulously  work down the list.  My calendar is filling up and I am thrilled to see each and every one that has agreed to give me some time.  All of them are important to me and I value their friendship.  What better way to keep the tie that binds us than by spending time together.

Why is it I do not live my life intentionally each and every day?

In my day to day life in Fort Worth, unless I have volunteer or babysitting commitments, I fiddle away LOTS of time.  Perhaps this comes from the place of believing I have plenty of time left.  There is no sense of all this coming to a halt at some point.  I have known those who had terminal illnesses, and still did not acknowledge the bell will toll.  We all live our lives as if they will never end.

We stick our heads in the sand and deny that life will end here on this Earth.  I love the statement, "We don't get out of this alive."  There you have it--the stark truth of the matter!

Why then don't we live with intent?  Why do we avoid the significant and instead settle for the mundane?  The visit here has reminded me--the clock is ticking--there is a limited time to build a legacy. I pray part of my legacy is loving you well.  Time to intentionally become intent in pursuing that which is eternal.

Look carefully then how you walk!
 Live purposefully and worthily and accurately,
 not as the unwise and witless, but as wise
Ephesians 5:15


  1. By Jove, Madam ... you have a way of making me depressed and down in the mouth. All this talk about it all coming to an end is far too gloomy for me. For your information; I intend to go on living for ever, even if I die trying.

    As for friends and friendship ... humbug ... as Ebeneezer Scrooge would say. Humbug. In my experience friends are a nuisance. I believe a friend in need is a pain in the neck working his way South. Friends always pop in your house when it is most inconvenient. They tell you their stories and experiences when you have made it perfectly obvious you are not interested. Why should I care what their children did at school, or the fact that their husband has a boil on his backside. Why can't my "friends" just go away and keep their boils to themselves?

    There you are, Lulu. You made me depressed and I returned the favour.

    Now why don't we all cheer up and and push a few sticks of celery through someone's window and shout "THE TRIFFIDS HAVE LANDED ... THE TRIFFIDS HAVE LANDED !!!"

    Now that's what I call fun.

    God bless.

    1. AH, Victor, why would you be depressed when it will only get better? I am not depressed - in fact- I am enjoying every minute of my visit. I might be accused of many things, but missing out on the fun & laughter are not on the list.
      Blessings, My Friend!

  2. LOL Victor....geesh, just nearly spat out my coffee with your jousting. I, for one, am enjoying sweet Lulu's deep thought post...preach on sista', preach on.

  3. THAT VICTOR! He keeps us on our toes!!
    Blessings, My Friend!


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