Restore unto me the joy of my salvation, my God my rock. It’s not the same any more. There was a time when I couldn’t wait to get out of bed, and start my day  searching for more of God. The sky’s were bright blue , the grasses and trees were greener than they seem today, even the colors were vibrant. Every living thing was exciting to me and I found great pleasure in musing over each one. I saw life in a much clearer sense, it was so simple then, not muddled up by the concerns of life, or a worry about tomorrow. Ah! Those were truly special times. I actually enjoyed people, my heart was full of compassion and a true desire to help. I had no illusions of my one sense of being, and always gave the glory to God. It couldn’t be any other way. The love of God always bathing me each moment the whisper of the spirit in my soul guiding me down the road which I had never traveled before. Dependent on God was a good thing, I want all of that again, now in my old age while still on this earth, with friends, and family. I still marvel at the wonders of God and his graciousness to me, so kind and patient. But there is something different. Now I understand Davids cry for restoration of the joy. Now I realize that I have allowed the cares of this world to overshadow the love of my life. So the returning will be my path from now on and, if none go with me still I will follow. I won’t turn back no I won’t turn back. 

~ by spiritualhypster on 04/22/2012.

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