This whole year I have been telling myself "these are good days". It's not that I didn't believe it, but it because they are. God has blessed me aduntantly this year. Overall I feel like this year has been perfect, not everything, but I have loved time with friends, getting paid to hang out with the cutest kids possible, hanging out with my boyfriend, hanging out with great families who love the Lord, overall good health for my family, fun times with my parents...and the list goes on.
In the back of my head I know that this will not be true my whole life; there will be hard times to come. So everytime I start to get stressed by a little thing I think what am I talking about, these are good times. And yesterday when Kelly yelled from the side of Grand River "Texas wants me", it made me slightly sad because I was reminding that these days aren't forever. It is a good thing that I see this because these "good days" are dull, painful days compared to the glory of heaven. Let me love those future days.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Why Jack?
Lately I have been feeling like Dear Jack should be my blog title. The funniest thing is I never even posted anything under my last name (Oh my life). You may ask who is Jack and why would I write to him?
Jack is, I mean was, my grandfather and truth be told the dead person I would most like to talk to (next to my grandmother, fishing might be nice). They died when I still was quite young and my memory is very limited, but they knew the God that I know and I wish I got to have conversions with them about what God is teaching me and hear their wisdom of lessons learned and still learning. I sometimes think of 3 John 1:4-"I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth." I hope they would have felt that about me.
The second part of that question, why would I write it to him? I am not crazy, I don't except something magically, out of a movie to happen, where my grandfather starts talking to me or writes back. Partly this is a small way to honor the man of God my grandfather was, but mostly it is to remind myself that day to day things (the type that I shall write about) will soon pass, this life is a vapor, only what's done for Christ will last. And if Christ does not come back before death comes to me, please remember self that a legacy will be left. I pray that legacy would be a sinner saved by grace to the glory of God and learning to walk/rest in that.
Jack is, I mean was, my grandfather and truth be told the dead person I would most like to talk to (next to my grandmother, fishing might be nice). They died when I still was quite young and my memory is very limited, but they knew the God that I know and I wish I got to have conversions with them about what God is teaching me and hear their wisdom of lessons learned and still learning. I sometimes think of 3 John 1:4-"I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth." I hope they would have felt that about me.
The second part of that question, why would I write it to him? I am not crazy, I don't except something magically, out of a movie to happen, where my grandfather starts talking to me or writes back. Partly this is a small way to honor the man of God my grandfather was, but mostly it is to remind myself that day to day things (the type that I shall write about) will soon pass, this life is a vapor, only what's done for Christ will last. And if Christ does not come back before death comes to me, please remember self that a legacy will be left. I pray that legacy would be a sinner saved by grace to the glory of God and learning to walk/rest in that.
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