change . . .

i'm a hopeless planner, a dedicated scheduler, a date-book lover. if plan a doesn't gel, i leave it behind and move on to plans b, c, d, e . . . on and on it goes.
but i'm learning that the closer i walk with God, the less my life can be planned out. nothing is sure on my agenda.
the Lord is weaving a tapestry of days for me.
days to make a difference.
days to praise Him.
days to seek and know Him.
days for others.
days to be alone.
days to grow.
days to change.
i want to please God in what i do and in choices i make.
i want to trust in him alone.
i want to live as a pilgrim here.
i want to be a good and faithful servant.
and so, when things change . . . again . . . i plant my feet firmly on my solid rock - Jesus - and stand firm knowing that
he never changes.
he never fails.
he never leaves me.
he never stops loving.
i will fix my eyes on Jesus. he is the author and the finisher of my faith.

today i found out that my pastor is leaving. his messages have watered my thirst. the word has rescued me from mediocrity. he speaks sincerely. he preaches the whole truth and nothing but the truth. i sense the Lord's deep love for him. i will miss him.

in times of change ...

"let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith ..."

Hebrews 12:2

i wrote these lyrics for a song waiting for music . . .
a song about things that are certain and things that are not . . .

nothing in life is sure
even my next breath not a guarantee
only one thing will endure
the Lord, my God will always be
the great I AM, my solid rock
the beginning and the end
there for me as I seek and knock
the great I AM, my faithful friend
riches come
riches go
cheer one day
next day woe
now a friend
now a foe
people come
people go
i am a pilgrim stamped in dust
with numbered days to live and love
my light, the word i read and trust
my home, with God in heaven above

death

death
it has saturated my life
it has made me who i am
it is something i think about almost every day
ecclesiastes 7:2
"it is better to go to a house of mourning than a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of every man; the living should take this to heart"
thinking about death doesn't make you gloomy, or morbid, or melancholy
it makes you wise
it makes you a thinker
it makes you a visionary
it makes you full of thought
it makes you eternity-conscious
death doesn't have to be fearful
death doesn't have to be the unknown
death is a door
a door to eternity
eternity in heaven . . . with God
or
eternity in hell . . . separated from Him
think about death
think about your choice