Today my firstborn would have turned 37 years old. I was young and was trying to jackhammer out my life. I was moving earth and sky trying to figure out what I wanted to be and how it was all going to turn out. Now 37 years later I am a butterfly. I no longer try to move things out of my way but rather savor the beauty of what each day holds and enjoy the fragrance along the journey. Life is short. If you do not realize this yet you have not lived long enough. People come into and go out of our lives very quickly. Some leave marks others leave memories and some leave both. My daughter was one that left both.
How do you live life? Are you a jackhammer or a butterfly? Are you leaving a path of destruction or is your life a beauty to behold. If others would catch a glimpse of your life would it stop them in their tracks because of the loud obnoxious noise and mess or would they stop and just look and think how beautiful?
My little girl was a butterfly. She flew into my life and was a beauty to behold she left me with memories to few but memories none the less. She left her mark. I was and remain forever changed. Sixteen days later she was gone yet her beauty and fragrance lingers still. She never wrote a book but I can recall chapters of her life. She never built a home but there is still a room in my heart that is hers. She never played an instrument but she brings a melody to mind when I think of her.
It is not all about what we do with our lives and how much we get done. It is about who we are and whose we are. We are loved because of who we are, who we belong to. If we never move a mountain we are loved by the Mountain Mover. If we never heal the sick we are loved by the Great Physician. Creator of Heaven and Earth knows our name and gives us permission to use His.
Philippians 2:9 (NIV) "Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name,"
Today enjoy the journey. The day may be short. There may be songs left unsung and jackhammers may drown the sound of what one more moment may have sounded like so listen carefully.
Ecclesiastes 1:1-11 (NIV) “1 The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.2 “Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher; “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”3 What profit has a man from all his labor In which he toils under the sun? 4 One generation passes away, and another generation comes;
But the earth abides forever.5 The sun also rises, and the sun goes down, And hastens to the place where it arose. 6 The wind goes toward the south, And turns around to the north; The wind whirls about continually, And comes again on its circuit. 7 All the rivers run into the sea, Yet the sea is not full; To the place from which the rivers come, There they return again. 8 All things are full of labor; Man cannot express it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, Nor the ear filled with hearing. 9 That which has been is what will be, That which is done is what will be done, And there is nothing new under the sun. 10 Is there anything of which it may be said, “See, this is new”? It has already been in ancient times before us. 11 There is no remembrance of former things, Nor will there be any remembrance of things that are to come By those who will come after.
How do you live life? Are you a jackhammer or a butterfly? Are you leaving a path of destruction or is your life a beauty to behold. If others would catch a glimpse of your life would it stop them in their tracks because of the loud obnoxious noise and mess or would they stop and just look and think how beautiful?
My little girl was a butterfly. She flew into my life and was a beauty to behold she left me with memories to few but memories none the less. She left her mark. I was and remain forever changed. Sixteen days later she was gone yet her beauty and fragrance lingers still. She never wrote a book but I can recall chapters of her life. She never built a home but there is still a room in my heart that is hers. She never played an instrument but she brings a melody to mind when I think of her.
It is not all about what we do with our lives and how much we get done. It is about who we are and whose we are. We are loved because of who we are, who we belong to. If we never move a mountain we are loved by the Mountain Mover. If we never heal the sick we are loved by the Great Physician. Creator of Heaven and Earth knows our name and gives us permission to use His.
Philippians 2:9 (NIV) "Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name,"
Today enjoy the journey. The day may be short. There may be songs left unsung and jackhammers may drown the sound of what one more moment may have sounded like so listen carefully.
Ecclesiastes 1:1-11 (NIV) “1 The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.2 “Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher; “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”3 What profit has a man from all his labor In which he toils under the sun? 4 One generation passes away, and another generation comes;
But the earth abides forever.5 The sun also rises, and the sun goes down, And hastens to the place where it arose. 6 The wind goes toward the south, And turns around to the north; The wind whirls about continually, And comes again on its circuit. 7 All the rivers run into the sea, Yet the sea is not full; To the place from which the rivers come, There they return again. 8 All things are full of labor; Man cannot express it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, Nor the ear filled with hearing. 9 That which has been is what will be, That which is done is what will be done, And there is nothing new under the sun. 10 Is there anything of which it may be said, “See, this is new”? It has already been in ancient times before us. 11 There is no remembrance of former things, Nor will there be any remembrance of things that are to come By those who will come after.
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