Sunday, February 16, 2014

Worth It's weight in Gold

We never make idols out of cheap stuff. If they don't soak our money, they soak our time. Mine soaked my floor after it soaked my money and my time. They hold our hopes and dreams. Mine held 240 gallons of water (for four days). We pour ourselves into them. I just climbed into mine, and smiled like we always do when it still has that new idol smell. It had a much different smell when I was trying to clean up the mess it made. I just got rid of the last piece of it today. Time to be obedient and redirect the time and resources I spent on this to the things God has already given me to do instead. Apparently He's not in the mood to compete with a fish tank for my attention right now.

Our Way

The result of our way. If we spend enough time and effort trying to alter the course of (His) nature, we are destined to be overwhelmed by it. We are better off to surrender what belongs to the flames when they naturally come.

Do I Really

Do I believe what I say of where I’m going?
Do I rejoice in the pain of getting old?
Do I long to meet the One who’s gone before me?
Do I cherish what I suffer on His road?

Do I really hope to from this flesh be parted?
Do I fear of missing out on earthly things?
Do I trust the everlasting work he's started,
Enough to live like death has lost its sting?

As time accelerates me towards my Maker,
As my youthful dreams outlast the time they’re given,
As creation will return to its Creator,
Lord, lead my heart to love my earthly end.