For Granted

Jeromy is home. He is glad to be home. There is something about home to be missed. As I was lying in bed this morning with Jeromy cuddled beside me, it occurred to me that even with all we've been through, I take things, important things, for granted. You would think that I'd be more observant. That I would long to make the most of every moment. That I would desire to create memorable times that can be replayed over and over in my mind. But instead I have my routine. Much of my routine is focused on me. Ok, so just because I'm putting this down on paper, well on world wide web paper, it doesn't mean that this revelation is going to change my reality. I know it should. Acknowledgement is the first step, right? This applies to so many facets of life; not just our physical but our spiritual as well. We observed the Lord's Supper last Sunday. "As often as you do this..." we are supposed to what? "REMEMBER." Do we just recall the price of ultimate love 4 times a year and at Easter? We take Christ for granted. We take God for granted. His grace, His mercy, His love, His EVERYTHING. Everything we do should be done in view of what He has done for us. If we did that then, everything we did would be to His glory and for His glory. Through so many of the songs we sing we declare our dependence upon and our unending love for Christ. But do we mean our words or are they just rote? Is there such a thing as robotic devotion? Have we become no more than a higher version of C3PO giving a head nod to our Creator but no heart behind it? A friend of mine posted just last week that she was tired of settling. I believe I am getting to that point, too, but, what does it mean? I don't change well. And therein lies the problem. I'm the one trying to do the changing instead of giving all my life to God and letting Him change me from the inside out. There is a foundation, a strong foundation, laid there in the depths of my heart almost 40 years. There has been some construction built on that foundation where God has begun building His kingdom in my life. I know that this walk is a life long journey. Shouldn't I be farther along though? So...now these thoughts are out. Now what? And the journey continues...

Homesick

Jeromy is on his way home from FL about 10 days early. The reason...he's homesick. I can relate.

Okay

It's weird how comparisons make memories flood in like a...flood. (Caught in a bad analogy. Thanks Tim Hawkins.) :) Missing our "dreamer" who dreamed big dreams and didn't do well when things didn't go her way. I usually had a hard time understanding that because I can adjust to Plan B or C or whatever as needed. We seem to be on Plan "Pick a Letter then Double It" now. And that's okay. It has to be okay. Not okay isn't okay. Okay is sufficient. It's not great nor is it awful. It's not really good or bad. It's just okay. Living in okay works for now. So please don't worry if asking how I am and I respond "okay." Because I am. *SMILE*...and *LAUGH*...okay.