Today's blog is birthed from watching a lady on a moped die outside my office after she was hit by a car that simply didn't see her.
As you continue your trek through life simply allow the clicking of the clock to have its toll on you. Don't worry that your hair is falling out and you can't move the way you once did. You were not created for time, but for eternity.
Allow your heart to become homesick for that home you've never been to, made by The Architect of your soul.
Allow the inevitabilities of this life to turn your heart quietly towards the Maker of Days.
Allow His strength to renew you like that of the eagle and soar above the commotion and cares of everyday life to become a vessel ready for every good work. I know your hearts desire is to be a vessel of righteousness ready for the unexpected; a penny in his hand ready to be spent wherever you walk. Know this; you are well on your way, even though you are a failure.
I know you get saddened at different facets of times past. Many regrets from yester-year fill you with anxieties that weren't meant for you to bear. Squandered relationships have only resulted in heartache and current weirdness. Wandering thoughts, pointless exerted energy, and shameful exploits can only hold you down if you let them. He who the Son has set free is free indeed. Greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world.
There is simply no need to ponder through the maze of all the wasted hours you spent on seemingly unimportant tasks and unrelated heavenly issues. Put your eyes on your Prize and run the race set before you with endurance forgetting what lies behind.
Know this …it will all soon be over. It's funny to think we all have a destiny with death, even you. It seems we are all handcuffed by this thing called time. However, you don't need to be. Choose this day to see the invisible and hear the inaudible. The fleeing passing pleasures of sin are simply not worth it in light of eternity.
Time seems to be fleeing quicker than the latest fad. It treats its casualties as if it doesn't care for them. You need to rise above the plaudits and applause of the world and not be moved.
Sheep are noisy. Come away from the sheep and be with the Shepherd. Just like John hearing the heartbeat of Deity lean upon the bosom of your Lord and allow him to quiet you with His love. Every time your heart beats it's the drumbeat of your own funeral march.
D.L. Moody said, "Be often at the place where men die." There is something innately surreal about it. It has its way of stamping eternity on our eyelids, that whether we are awake or asleep we see glimpses into the future and realize life is bigger than what we perceive it to be.