One Of These Days
Okay, I just had one of those cool, hit me like a bolt of lightning, stopped me dead in my tracks, kind of revelations. It probably won't seem nearly as profound to anyone else except me, but still I thought I'd share.
It came to me because I was sitting at my desk, looking at my calendar, and realizing that my birthday was exactly one week ago. And it kinda bummed me out, because it means I have 51 more weeks to go. I like my birthday. Well, if I'm being honest, I love my birthday, and it's really more like a "birth week." I milk my birthday for everything its worth. I don't require a big to do or presents so much as attention, and it's something my husband is unsuccessfully trying to break me of. I really don't know why it's surfaced in the last several years, because my parents never overdid it growing up (although I did have nice birthdays Mom!). So here I am thinking about being sad about my birthday being over and I realized how ridiculous that is!
I'm the type of person that gets depressed before vacation because I already am picturing how sad it is to drive home and get back to real life. I spend my time thinking about how I'll have to be back at work in a week instead of being excited that I get a week at the beach. Or if I'm going to a concert that I've been looking forward to for months, I get disappointed that it will only last a few hours and all I'll be left with is memories that fade too quickly and a ringing in my ears that hangs around too long.
And as I'm sitting here, pondering my problem with the end of things I've been looking forward to, a simple thought came to my mind, something that I've known to be true for a long time...Heaven is forever. What used to terrify me as a child (you know the thought of a never-ending church service FOR ALL ETERNITY) now is exciting, comforting even. The thought of forever and ever no longer scares me, it thrills me.
"One of these days," as FFH sings, "I'm gonna see the hands that took the nails for me." Wow. I'm getting chills sitting here thinking about it. Goosebumps, I honestly have goosebumps right now. One of these days, I am going to stand before the One who suffered and died for me. I am going to spend eternity, forever, an amount of time my mind cannot comprehend, with my Savior, surrounded by countless others praising and worshipping Him. And it will never end, it will never be over, it will never go away. I won't be searching for the next exciting thing to look forward to, or for something better to do, because it is the end all, be all, ultimate place of complete joy.
I don't spend much time thinking about heaven, and now I have no idea why I don't! Life is fleeting; it is a vapor as James says. Why do I spend my time disappointed about the pleasures of life coming and going when I know they will? I should be spending my time looking forward to the eternity that has been promised to me!
One of these days, life will end. And one of these days, I'll be in a place that never will.
Emily
It came to me because I was sitting at my desk, looking at my calendar, and realizing that my birthday was exactly one week ago. And it kinda bummed me out, because it means I have 51 more weeks to go. I like my birthday. Well, if I'm being honest, I love my birthday, and it's really more like a "birth week." I milk my birthday for everything its worth. I don't require a big to do or presents so much as attention, and it's something my husband is unsuccessfully trying to break me of. I really don't know why it's surfaced in the last several years, because my parents never overdid it growing up (although I did have nice birthdays Mom!). So here I am thinking about being sad about my birthday being over and I realized how ridiculous that is!
I'm the type of person that gets depressed before vacation because I already am picturing how sad it is to drive home and get back to real life. I spend my time thinking about how I'll have to be back at work in a week instead of being excited that I get a week at the beach. Or if I'm going to a concert that I've been looking forward to for months, I get disappointed that it will only last a few hours and all I'll be left with is memories that fade too quickly and a ringing in my ears that hangs around too long.
And as I'm sitting here, pondering my problem with the end of things I've been looking forward to, a simple thought came to my mind, something that I've known to be true for a long time...Heaven is forever. What used to terrify me as a child (you know the thought of a never-ending church service FOR ALL ETERNITY) now is exciting, comforting even. The thought of forever and ever no longer scares me, it thrills me.
"One of these days," as FFH sings, "I'm gonna see the hands that took the nails for me." Wow. I'm getting chills sitting here thinking about it. Goosebumps, I honestly have goosebumps right now. One of these days, I am going to stand before the One who suffered and died for me. I am going to spend eternity, forever, an amount of time my mind cannot comprehend, with my Savior, surrounded by countless others praising and worshipping Him. And it will never end, it will never be over, it will never go away. I won't be searching for the next exciting thing to look forward to, or for something better to do, because it is the end all, be all, ultimate place of complete joy.
I don't spend much time thinking about heaven, and now I have no idea why I don't! Life is fleeting; it is a vapor as James says. Why do I spend my time disappointed about the pleasures of life coming and going when I know they will? I should be spending my time looking forward to the eternity that has been promised to me!
One of these days, life will end. And one of these days, I'll be in a place that never will.
Emily
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