My Life Matters

Happy New Year!  This is It.  I am publishing 3 blogs now.  How often?  Who knows.  I am putting no pressure on myself.

I opened Facebook, with my coffee, this morning.  My good friend Paul had posted a link of an officer who had pinned the above words on his hand.  He had a knowing satisfied look on his face. 

I know what I am taking away from this photo may not be the original intend.  But this is genius.  If your life matters to you, a new light of clarity comes.  It could be a beacon that guides your day.

One step further.  Who else believes your life maters?  That answer may be sobering. 

One truth that does bring me along in my darkest moments is knowing that my life matters to God.

Don't panic.  If you are in a place where you do not know or think your life maters, to you or any one else, maybe you should explore that thought.  If your life does not matter to you, you are actually locked up inside yourself.

Practice put this is on your mirror. (I don't like my hands messy.)  Hide this message under your visor.  Repeat "my life matters," to yourself like a mantra.  Maybe just maybe your mind and spirit will see some light.

This is NOT my life matters and yours does not.  In fact if you know your life matters you should be able to go out and make it your business to show other people around you that their life matters.  This can be loved ones, friends and strangers.

Until you settle the matter that your life matters to you, you will not have much to give even to yourself.  Take the challenge.

P.S.  I chose to paint on my hand.  What color to use?  What brush is right?  I went to my own muse.

Painting on my hand was a bit of a struggle.  About the time I was sure I could do this, I realized that I am painting on my left hand with the paintbrush in my right hand.  I am left handed.  I am really ambidextrous.  I write, paint, draw mostly left handed,  but I often find the brush in my right hand. 

Taking that photo with my iPad was comical. My mission was accomplish.