|Mr. & Mrs.|
As of May 27th, Joshua and I have been married for 7 years. We marvel at how quickly the years have passed. This morning I was listening to my new Andrew Peterson CD (one of my anniversary gifts from Josh!) One of the songs on Light for the Lost Boy, Day By Day, is such a good encouragement to me when I think of how short our life on earth is:
|We walked on the beach after our reception|
“And we just can’t get used to being here
Where the ticking clock is loud and clear
Children of eternity on the run from entropy
And it hurts so bad, but it’s so good to be young
And I don’t want to go back
I just want to go on and on and on
Day by day, Day by day
So don’t lose heart
Though your body’s wasting away
Your soul is not
It’s being remade
Day by day by day…”
“Minnesota is not my home. This plane cannot take me to my real home. My home is with God."
This place is not our home. How severely we limit ourselves when we think about the span of our lives and when we cling to those frail things that we love so dearly here on earth. We have eternal souls longing to be at home with their Father.
Josh and I have begun reading through a little book at bedtime called “The Christian Lover” by Michael and Victoria Haykin. (Purchased several years ago through Ligonier Ministries $5 Friday sale.) It is a compilation of love letters written over the centuries by other believers. We have noticed a striking theme. These husbands and wives have a deep conviction and devotion to love and help each other on their journey through this life. While they deeply love and care for one another, it is plain to see that they were ever looking forward, with great anticipation and hope, to the day when they would be freed of this world to be joined to Christ for all eternity.
THIS is the way that a Christian should view life and marriage. It is such a short journey. And the end is not the end. How short our earthly years are! And how filled with trials and pains! Why set our hopes on anything earthly when it will all so quickly pass away?
Psalm 90:9-10, 12
“For all our days pass away under your wrath;
we bring our years to an end like a sigh.
The years of our life are seventy,
or even by reason of strength eighty;
yet their span is but toil and trouble;
they are soon gone, and we fly away…
So teach us to number our days
that we may get a heart of wisdom.”
May I ever be a more pliable lump of clay on His potter’s wheel, satisfied to be spun and molded for as long as He sees fit.
May the rest of my life be spent as an offering to God, in the service of others, so that I on the last day I may say as Paul did in 2 Timothy 4:6-8:
"The time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith. In the future there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day; and not only to me, but also to all who have loved His appearing."
And may I be found enjoying the presence of, and wholly worshiping, The Holy One of Israel, The Great I Am, The One True God, The Beginning and The End for all of eternity.