Gone

There is a house right across the street from where my street dead ends...or there was a house. It got taken down yesterday, this got me thinking about what it look like. The only thing I could come up with is that it was white...I think. This has made me think a couple of things.

One) How things built by man, for the purpose of man, never last.

Two) How could something that I have looked at say more than 5,000 times be so easily forgotten. This has made me think about how the things I become familiar with can seem common and forgettable. I pray that this is not how I view the Gospel of Christ. Not through eyes of familiarity, but through eyes of constant awe. Through eyes that say who am I, Stephanie Hays, that Christ took my blame and born the wrath of God (wrath that was rightly placed on me for my sin).

By the way I really do think it was white.