What am I doing? I'm almost 29 years old. This is silly for me to buy a skateboard... I'm not even coordinated!
But I did.
So, now what?
Maybe I should do something with it other than let my daughters send their toys back and forth around the house. Maybe I should actually attempt to ride the thing.
*I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...*
Monday, July 12, 2010
Floored.
Life... doesn't look the same.
Yesterday, I went to a funeral of a homeless man. He attended our church once about a month ago. Some talked to him, but he was in and out. Last week, he was found dead in the canal.
At his funeral, we learned he had a wife and four daughters. He had been living life, seemingly happy until he lost a job (the place he worked shut down) and after his job search continued to come up dry, he became a depressed alcoholic... and then a depressed homeless alcoholic.
I don't know the whole story, but the funeral so touched me. Several of his daughters shared memories of their dad. Their message was one of acceptance. They knew their dad loved them-- despite his addiction. What a wonderful thing they could take from his life!
I was so touched by the generocity by people within my church. How good they were at loving people who are in unique life circumstances. It made me feel so small and inadequate and how many obstacles seem to pop up in my heart that slow me from loving others unconditionally. Sometimes I feel like the amount I have to learn is overwhelming!
This is a good reminder of how sweet our life is & how I never ever want to take it for granted. It always makes me want to never give up-- because giving up on myself means the world misses out. I don't say that to say self-righteous, but to say that every life is important and every life matters. The world shouldn't have to miss out on these wonderful packed full of potential lives!!
I'm sad for the way this man's life came to an end... and am in wonder by the small blip I saw of his life. I pray that God will use this situation to further grow me, help me to never take anything for granted and to always know my life matters... and in that, NEVER GIVE UP!
Yesterday, I went to a funeral of a homeless man. He attended our church once about a month ago. Some talked to him, but he was in and out. Last week, he was found dead in the canal.
At his funeral, we learned he had a wife and four daughters. He had been living life, seemingly happy until he lost a job (the place he worked shut down) and after his job search continued to come up dry, he became a depressed alcoholic... and then a depressed homeless alcoholic.
I don't know the whole story, but the funeral so touched me. Several of his daughters shared memories of their dad. Their message was one of acceptance. They knew their dad loved them-- despite his addiction. What a wonderful thing they could take from his life!
I was so touched by the generocity by people within my church. How good they were at loving people who are in unique life circumstances. It made me feel so small and inadequate and how many obstacles seem to pop up in my heart that slow me from loving others unconditionally. Sometimes I feel like the amount I have to learn is overwhelming!
This is a good reminder of how sweet our life is & how I never ever want to take it for granted. It always makes me want to never give up-- because giving up on myself means the world misses out. I don't say that to say self-righteous, but to say that every life is important and every life matters. The world shouldn't have to miss out on these wonderful packed full of potential lives!!
I'm sad for the way this man's life came to an end... and am in wonder by the small blip I saw of his life. I pray that God will use this situation to further grow me, help me to never take anything for granted and to always know my life matters... and in that, NEVER GIVE UP!
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