Five Minute Friday: Remember


Do I have to?

I don’t want to.

But I must do. To stand up and tell my children and my children’s children. It’s important.

I do not want them to repeat the sins of the past generations. I will stand guard over their hearts and minds. I will tell them of the God who set the stars in motion. I will tell them of His Son, His Christ, Our Messiah, who came and bled and died and gave all for us. I will tell them of His Resurrection and the promise of return in a future generation- maybe theirs.

I will also tell them of the stumbling, the falling on the face failures that my family has experienced. I don’t want to. But I must do. Because I remember. All of it. It’s my story. Where I’ve come from, that shows the victory that is in me and in them is all the more precious for the remembering. So that we, like Paul can say:

Now I want you to know, brothers and sisters, that what has happened to me has actually served to advance the gospel. Philippians 1:12

Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Deuteronomy 6:4-7


My Life in a Day

Easter approaches and it comes with the significance of The Substitution made for us and our debt paid for us. 

And today, the words like “we’re all terminal”, “we don’t get what we deserve” and “live each day as if it were your last” float around in my head.

I’ve lived half of my life, two-thirds of my life, three-quarters of my life-most of my life? Only God knows- I trust his timing is perfect.

I found myself thinking of those who’ve left this earth before me. Some much too soon, some lingered long. Some were a joy to be around, some were a joy to be away from. Some I never knew.

Confronting my age makes me more and more aware of the shortness of time we are all given. We are the grass that springs up, lives for a day and then withers back to the dust we came from to fertilize the next generation with what we received during that day. The impact most lives leave to others is fleeting for the most part- our sphere of influence is small and makes the biggest impression on those closest to us.

I feel like my life- the majority of it anyway- has been spent on trying to prove myself worthy, steadfast, faithful, or of some value all the while struggling to understand who on earth I am – on earth.

Out of step, out of place, out of time, uncomfortable in my own skin.

How then do I use this to fertilize and nurture and feed the next generation with what it will need to flourish?

I don’t.

Not with only me in my skin. But when I let the Living God Most High replace me with His Holy Spirit living in me I have all I need to give to the next generation.

And this is what that generation will need to flourish:

Breathe deep the Breath of God. Drink deeply of His Living Water. Bask fully in the Light of His Everlasting Word and sink your roots down into His Will to hold you where He wants you.

Then will my life have meaning for another.

When I show them God- no matter how long or short my day. 

Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants. Deuteronomy 32:2

 For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God. For, “All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.” 1 Peter 1:23-25