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God's Playground

 We live in God's Universal playground. We at times miss the concept that we are too the products of the great inventor. That we too can build, construct, create ideas to plans, to models and plant into the word something new. 

 I'm on this journey to find healing and myself. I have cancelled out any distractions, from family, friends, and temporary lovers'; to  find solitude in the silence knowing god will speak to me. 

God created a playground we call the universe to work for us. At times we believe it's going against us too. The jungle Jim isn't everyone's strength and some of us get sick to our stomachs on the sea-saw.  The playground has something for all of us to enjoy. 

We are placed into the universe with the will to play at our own expense; to live, learn and to love but also to fail, unlearn, dislike and die. God created everything in a pattern like night to day, cold to heat and up from down. 

We evolve but at the same time we stay the same. We each hold a piece of the universe inside of us. Soul to soul, heart to heart even if we do not express in the same way or share the same values as others. We are connected; brought together to teach others a cold or pleasant lesson. Which is why we should be careful with the thoughts we carry about someone who has caused us harm or distaste.

 My struggle now is figuring out where my place is in God's universal playground. I do believe all things will be unfolded at the right time. I can't help but pick at the blindfold. I yearn for placement. I spend entirely too much time thinking, finding myself impatient. Questioning my destiny rather than just living in it. 

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