Apologies for the sporadic postings. Life got in the way.
I appreciate the times where I got to have amazing conversations with Him. Such conversations come from the deepest parts of my heart, and He takes care of that part of me so so well. Sometimes my heart and soul wanders, wanting to settle for second best, for something just because well, it is so much more physical than Him. But He.. nothing is as real as He is.
Funerals remind you of how alive you are. Even when I hear of lives hanging on a thread, at the brink of death, I am reminded, as being alive is an absolute, being dead is just as absolute. The macro view makes so much of what I do insignificant. Death is not painful, suffering is nothing as compared to the eternal glory of His kingdom. "Where, O death, is your sting?"
One of my workmates had us to draw this tree-person-house art therapy thing, and from my drawing, saw how important or protective I am of my family. Really? Such psychoanalysis stuff works? I suppose it could be, along with a bit more of a self-fulfilling prophecy thing going. Perhaps, we could tell much of our past from who we are right now. But we cannot let who we are right now determine who we will be in the end. With Him, we can change, and be transformed.
I'm looking forward to Christmas, and then to 2012. :) It's going to be epic!
