Death

One day my sister will die.

This is what I thought as I looked at a photo collage on my sister's wall. If that day was today, she would die a mystery to me-a heart that I wanted to lavish love on but slowly stopped doing so because of constant rebuffings. I had just watched a portion of a sad Christmas movie where a sick child stands at the hospital bed of his teacher and says, "I don't want you to die."

I honestly think I've forgotten that I'm going to die. The stats on my camera won't matter then--all of my artwork stored in my room won't matter then--the excess stuff in my room will just be someone's burden to sort through. While writing a note to a friend today I was guided to this verse:

Why spend money on what is not bread and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me and your soul will delight in the richest of fare. Isaiah 55:2

I have to listen to Him. He is life. This is not a game. It's not about going on mission trips or YWAM DTS's only to come home and feel "disconnected." Guys, we belong with this Father. Every day matters because of God. Because He has redeemed the unredeemable. The actions suddenly acquire meaning because of the motivation. Love. Like when two fifty-something adults let two kids into their life and decide they will allow the interruptions of feedings and nervous spasms, and stay up at night to feed them and they will endure the anguish of a broken system which may or may not let them keep them forever--all because they feel God's LOVE for them.

I repent, O God, for treating love like a ritual mantra in my head, an idea to sing about and a thing I knew because I understood with my mind. Love is not intellectual. Just as God's kingdom is established in the spirit, above the physical and the mental, so the reality of Love flows from the Spirit to the mind to the body (action).

God invites us to a beautiful transformation. Here is Beauty Arise by Misty