The elevator doors opened. I rushed my steps, trying to get inside before it went down. The button was pressed and I was left. Why couldn't they just wait two seconds!
Your attitude should be the same as Christ Jesus:
I pressed the down button again and waited. Both elevators sat at the bottom floor just sitting. Finally one moved. B3. B2. Someone who just arrived on the platform pushed the up button. B1. The doors opened. The up button was unlit. New guy gets to go up. How unfair!
Who being in very nature God did not consider equality with God something be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking on the very nature of man and humbled himself to death, even death on a cross.
I watch as the elevator makes it to the top and start its descent. 3. 2. 1. Finally the doors open, I board with two others. They can't remember where they parked. Was it this floor, I'm not sure. I feel my patience thin and my tiredness grow. Finally, I am off the elevator and in my car. I close my eyes…
When I was in early high school I listened to Nichole Nordeman's CD, "This Mystery" a lot. It was definitely one of my favorite albums. It still would be if I hadn't lost it. Thanks to Spotify I can listen to it more often. The song "Every Season" has always been one that gets me to the heart.
It progresses from Summer to Autumn to Winter and finally to Spring. There are definitely correlations to our lives from the way that nature reacts to each new season. The line (talking about Winter) that still gets to me is this.
"Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter." As spring is quickly approaching, take time to notice the life that wasn't there a month ago. Take time to know that even though things look dead and barren, life comes back.
Pop Rocks has been having to work on Sunday mornings a lot lately. Its been hard on us not being able to go to church together for 5 months or so. We finally came to the decision that we would find a church to attend on Saturday evenings together. I would continue to attend our church (that we love) on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings. We just needed to be worshiping together. That very week his manager started a Sunday work rotation of his team. That means that we have been able to go to church together.
I had forgotten that God cares that His children spend time with Him. He provides for us in ways we don't imagine. I could have easily assumed his provision was that we live in a town that has three churches (that I found) with Saturday evening services. Instead his provision came another way.
I was reminded of this today as I read Anne's post: I tend to think I am alone on this journey. But there are others traveling with me. Helping me and struggling in the same wa…
I was catching up on Glee last night and I realized that I like high school dramas because out makes newer think of what I wish high school would have been like. When I look back on high school I have a lot of regrets. Most go back to the relationships I didn't spend enough time working on cultivating.
I let myself believe that someone was my friend who ended up chasing popularity and putting herself above our friendship. By the time I figured it out out was too late and I was too stubborn to admit that everyone else was right.
For awhile I let it get on the way of getting too close to people. It probably saved me some heartache, but I wish I hadn't let out change me.
So I didn't manage to post last Monday, because I wasn't feeling very well. I needed some extra rest. Mary hung out with me and was a superstar! I was laying on the couch and she didn't once ask to go outside or to to eat breakfast even though it was later than she was used too. She has an amazing sense for when her timing is right.