Last night I went to Sheridan Lutheran's Ash Wednesday service. After the sermon they had communion and we went up and received ashes on our foreheads. The man that was painting them on our foreheads said to us, "you are dust and to dust you will return." For some reason this short sentence hit me like a ton of bricks.
Lately I have come to the realization that my walk with God has been distant and needs some improvement. I haven't felt God the way I used to or had the desire to be close to Him. But, I have realized this and am trying to make amends.
Dust...
Someday I will return to dust... we all will... What truly matters the most in this life is our relationship with God. If we don't have that, we have nothing. So often I try to replace the longing for God with material things, people, accomplishments and it ends up being ever so empty.
So before the day comes that we will go back into the earth I pray that I/we will live vibrant, adventurous, abundant lives.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
A tap on the shoulder...
A friend from back home got married a few weeks ago. It's always nice to go to a wedding of an old high school friend or someone you've known for a long time. Chances are you will have the opportunity to connect with people you haven't seen in a long time, reminisce, dance and share a few laughs and drinks together. It was a fantastic wedding and the bride and groom (Brian and Jessie) make a wonderful couple.
In this particular post I have to comment on something that happened at the wedding that has been on my heart since. I went with my parents to the wedding because I didn't have a date - which, more often than not, if it's a wedding from back home that I'm invited to, so are my parents. Since I was very young they have shared many friendships with me. My friends fell in love with my parents. They invited all my friends into their home and into their hearts. I can't count how many times people have told me what "cool" parents I have, or how nice, generous, fun and funny they are. The list could go on and on and on.
The night dwindled down and a group of us were sitting at a table chatting when my friend Julie told me my dad did the cutest thing... she said my dad was across the table from my mom and he had someone tap her on the shoulder to see if she wanted to dance. It was so simple and if anyone reads this post they could think this is silly or empty, but it means so much to me. My dad always makes a point to ask my mom to dance, slow, fast, you name it. (And during certain events he could gather a crowd around him to show off is dance moves - this is for another post though!) They both work hard to keep their love alive. Actually I don't know if you would really call it work because they have so much fun at it... they make each other laugh and look at life as a dance. They are truly best friends and I know they enjoy eachother's company.
My parents celebrated their 30 year wedding anniversary last November... I hope if I am married to someone for that long they will still tap me on the shoulder (or have someone else do it) to see if I want to dance... even if by then I'm in a wheelchair!! haha!
In this particular post I have to comment on something that happened at the wedding that has been on my heart since. I went with my parents to the wedding because I didn't have a date - which, more often than not, if it's a wedding from back home that I'm invited to, so are my parents. Since I was very young they have shared many friendships with me. My friends fell in love with my parents. They invited all my friends into their home and into their hearts. I can't count how many times people have told me what "cool" parents I have, or how nice, generous, fun and funny they are. The list could go on and on and on.
The night dwindled down and a group of us were sitting at a table chatting when my friend Julie told me my dad did the cutest thing... she said my dad was across the table from my mom and he had someone tap her on the shoulder to see if she wanted to dance. It was so simple and if anyone reads this post they could think this is silly or empty, but it means so much to me. My dad always makes a point to ask my mom to dance, slow, fast, you name it. (And during certain events he could gather a crowd around him to show off is dance moves - this is for another post though!) They both work hard to keep their love alive. Actually I don't know if you would really call it work because they have so much fun at it... they make each other laugh and look at life as a dance. They are truly best friends and I know they enjoy eachother's company.
My parents celebrated their 30 year wedding anniversary last November... I hope if I am married to someone for that long they will still tap me on the shoulder (or have someone else do it) to see if I want to dance... even if by then I'm in a wheelchair!! haha!
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