I would be purple because it is dark and light at the same time. I love the color and think that it suits me well.

I think that in order to truly visualize the future, one must focus on the present. I believe that we see our future in our lover's eyes, and in the laughter of our children. I see the future when I remember the tears on my grandmothers face at my grandfathers wake as she watched the home videos and pictures flow past. The future is a combination. It is now and then. It is the present mixed with the past. I believe that one thing we will always have is our memories, as long as we do not try to hold to this life past the time that God has given to us. I do not think He has meant for us to live with the pain of losing our memories to ancient age and senility, but rather to keep them as we go peaceably home into His welcoming arms.
In my future I see my husband with wrinkles and gray hair. I see my children growing children of their own. I see that my dreams have come to fruition in them. I see no more battles and terror, but peace.
Then, for the true life that follows death, I see my grandparents and my parents and my first love waiting to welcome me home. I see no more tears, no more sorrow, no more pain. I see watching as my son does the same things that I have tried to do and succeding where I have failed.
I think that the future is the present, just with more memories added to those I hold so dear now. I see my grandchild's first words added to those of my son, and to the brother that I raised. I see more kisses with my husband, and more moonlight strolls, and more tickling. I see so many beautiful things.
As for my goals for the future, I see one thing. I see the ability to effect change. I see having the ability to help people, really help them. I see helping to put an end to rape and abuse. I see less pain.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think that I will have an end to tears this side of heaven. I am sure I will struggle then as I do now, but I see myself having the ability to choose my own battles, rather than having them chosen for me.

I think the body is the shell that houses the soul. As such the body has unique importance and is a special thing to be cared for and nurtured. But in the end it is still just a body. With my mind however, I can make my body do things, like lifting my hands up to praise God, or bending into myself to cry, or reaching out to another to give comfort. I think the mind is seperate from the soul, and therefore has it's own worth. Without the soul however, our thoughts would not be tempered from those of basic instinct. I believe that the three parts make a whole. I think that together they have the ability to form a unique, wonderful individual.
i see this as I watch my son. Take for instance, his ability to run. There are four parts that give him such a great gift.
1. He eats well and prepares his body through practice, warm-ups, and other exercize.
2. He prays before each run that he will not fall, and that he will do well. He also recieves and encouraging word, usually from myself and his father, or from his coach or a teacher or friend.
3. He is able to pace himself. As a matter of fact it is a military trick he uses. He counts his pace. 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on.
4. He is naturally fast. The way his body was made enables him to gather speed quickly and maintain speed and good breathing techniques.
This is my main point. Without one of these three parts, mind, body, spirit, Timothy would be unable to run the way he does. He uses mental and spiritual guidance to help him in the physical act of running.

Faith, Hope, and Love

I don't really need to say more, but I will add. I want people to remember three things about me when I am gone.
I want them to remember a good, hardworking, honest, faithful, god loving person.
I want them to remember that I always had hope, even through the hardest times of my life. Hope for myself, hope for my friends and family, and hope for those I had never even met. I want them to remember that I thought I could change the world, and that I set out trying to. I want them to see, that even if I didn't make a huge difference, I did make A difference.
I want them to remember me as loving, kind, sympathetic, empathetic, and gentle. I want my son to remember that mommies have magical kisses. She can kiss your forehead and all boo boo's go running away. I want my husband to remember that I was always up at four if he had to go to work, just so that he had a lunch to eat (even if he does have a tendency to give them away when someone else is hungry). I want my friends to remember that I was the one they knew to call in the middle of the night for ANYTHING! I want people to remember that I loved ladybugs and kittens because they are so gentle.
So, what motivates me? What motivates me is that I want to be remembered. I want to be remembered kindly. When people think of me, I want them to think of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, hope, and self-control.