Life is Short

Something that has struck me recently is the phrase “Life is short.” Someone said that the other day. My next thought was God’s word… Teach us to number our days that we may gain a heart of wisdom.  Psalm 90:12 If we need wisdom to make decisions, wouldn’t we need to consider this? If life is short, then I want to make the most of it. By that, I don’t mean live it up. I don’t mean, “eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die.” By making the most of it, I mean that I want to use every day to count for eternity. Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth,  where…

Mind the Gap

The common expression goes something like this: There is a Jesus-shaped hole in every heart. That hole – that “gap” – can only be filled with one thing. Complete dependance on the One who created us and gave us a purpose. Easier said than lived when it comes to making major life decisions. In this whole transition process, we’ve been forced to reflect on our last four years and figure out our direction. The fact is, Dan could get a job anywhere. I could work full time and put the kids in a kiddie-kennel. We could make a lot of money and move to a house with fewer problems. We would be able to do…

So This Is Goodbye

The chocolate cake at youth group tonight was a sweet surprise. (No pun intended.) But it was nothing compared to the warm yet bittersweet time of laying on of hands our students and co-leaders gave us. They prayed for us such sweet prayers. Chris blessed us with his words of encouragement and the prayers of the kids who have grown up under Dan’s teaching were moving. Some cried. Some thanked us. Many didn’t know how to respond. Some really didn’t care. Tonight was Dan’s last youth group meeting. His last teaching. It was announced to the youth group tonight that we are moving on. Quite a surprise to the kids. There was no warning for…

Mush

Mush… That’s the word that keeps coming to mind. In attempting to define my very existence at this present chapter in my life, all I can come up with is mush. I suppose that’s because my creativity is lacking due to my “mushness.” My brain is mush. My body is mush. My energy is mush. My home is mush. In my roles as wife and mom, I’m mush. It’s the transition. How very long it’s been drawn out. Only to be announced this Sunday to the congregation. The sad reality is that for the length of time we’ve been there, I wonder how many will notice or care. It’s been terrible keeping this to ourselves…