Disclaimer, this is a bit deeper than my normal posts :) I've been trying to keep my blog more about family, our experiences, almost superficial if you will. I've chosen the route of scrapbook more than journal. But I wanted to share this, or at least attempt to share it. While I like to think I'm a decent writer, I am still not sure if I conveyed the emotion I was trying to. I've read and edited this several times and I'm not convinced that I explained it right. But here goes, read it with awe and wonder and longing I suppose [not awe and wonder of me or this post! of our Lord!].
Today's been a good day. I got an email from a friend saying he had committed his life to Jesus in the wee hours of this morning. What wonderful and exciting news! And I loved his story and his honesty and openness. It was so refreshing and encouraging, a good reminder that we aren't all perfect and we don't have it all figured out [and we don't have to!]. He shared of growing up in a Christian home, knowing all the answers, and yet still feeling so lost and confused. I know I can be guilty sometimes of looking at someone else's life and thinking they have all the answers and what's wrong with me. Why do I occasionally doubt this or struggle with that? Celebrating my friend's story this morning, while remembering that we're all imperfect humans, was good for me.
Shortly after this, Ryan was building legos while I finished washing some dishes. He said something random about Jesus walking on water. We went back and forth a little about that, yeah that's cool, wouldn't it be fun to walk on water. Then he told me when he gets to Heaven he's going to walk on water with Jesus. Trying to be the good mother and spiritual elder, I played up the being with Jesus part, but he was pretty insistent about the walking on water part :) Then he tells me that when he goes to Heaven, he's going to meet Hazen and won't that be fun. Wow. There was just something about the way he said it and his total confidence and a bit of excitement about one day meeting his great-grandfather-middle-name-name-sake in Heaven that really touched me.
So it was a good morning. A chance for a much needed reminder of the day I asked Jesus into my life. It's been almost seven years now, wow. It doesn't feel like that long ago; I still think of myself as a new Christian. And yet in those seven years, there have been ups and downs, mountaintops and valleys. And while I know that's normal and I know everyone experiences these same human realities and emotions, I still much prefer the mountaintops! So thank you to my friend and to my son for these pauses and reminders of what it's all about and to God for working through their stories to stir something in me.
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