My room is a portrait of how "on the go" my life has been the past couple of months. I looked at it today and realized it was desiring some attention from me. It was a wreck. While cleaning my room, I found various scriptures I had jotted down. I found notes to friends and to family. I found tickets from concerts and jewelry that I had chalked up as lost. I found a sticky note from my dad that made me smile through tears. And what I discovered is that I learned more about myself today cleaning my room than I have in a long time. I learned a lot about what I place value on. I confirmed what I am passionate about. I acknowledged that I keep too many receipts. I uncovered some unknown knowledge about myself...and was able to reflect on things (moments and memories) that make my heart beat and my soul smile.
The following is one I'd like to share (written March 2009). I changed the names of those that were mentioned in what I had originally written:
Wow, the weight of the world can overwhelm us sometimes. "Jane" is stuck in a spiritual rut. She has all these responsibilities as a wife and a mother, but often wonders where are some of the rewards. I attempted to tell her that sometimes the fruits of our labor aren't seen in this life. Sometimes the harvest comes after we're gone---and often it's not about what we are building on earth, but what we are building in Eternity.
"John" is an amazing guy that has some awesome and unique talents. Talents that I know could make an incredible impact on the Kingdom of God. But he chooses to ignore God's grace and mercy by saying that he is already destined for Hell, so why sacrifice. Why try to build a relationship with a God that he knows could never love him?
But what he doesn't realize is the value that God places upon each one of us. To Him, we are all unique and able to serve a special purpose. To Him, we are all precious and adored. To Him, we are all His children. No two children of God are alike, and He desires for all of His children to live the most fulfilling life possible. One that will lead them to eternity with Him.
I don't keep up with your blog (or anybody else's, for that matter) as much as I should, but in case you need to hear it, I'll say it: don't stop.
ReplyDeleteYou have a gift for helping--well at least for helping me, but I'm sure others would agree--to see myself through a different set of eyes. To remember that God cares about details. And to remember that His love never fails. Even when we run away.