June 3, 2015~~I like to take a gander at last year’s posts. Kind of like looking back in journals. Where have I been? What was I doing? Have I grown up? This post was written a year ago. As I was looking through posts this morning, I thought, who wrote this and who did I quote? I guess I can have a few original thoughts several times a year. Because of recent events, this post rings so true. I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend pastor’s wife. I currently do not work outside the home, but I work. All these labels do not tell you who I am. Those labels tell you what I do. The many hats I wear. When I fly away to heaven someday, will the labels I pinned to my chest be more important? Will it be said of me “she loved God and her neighbor”?
June 2014~~The older I get the more nomadic I want to live. What’s a nomad?
Not riding a camel moving from one oasis to the next, but living as one whose permanent home is not this world. Which is hard to do living in a culture which prizes houses, cars in the garage and 2.5 children wearing name brand clothing. I do own two cars, live in a beautiful home and four children who call me mom, but I don’t want any of those things to define me or hold me to this world. Owning things, going on nice vacations, living in gorgeous homes are many of the blessings God gives to enjoy, but if those things define us, then there is a problem.
I want to be known as a wanderer following the dusty path with the One Who has called me to leave father, mother, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters to love Him above all others while not minimizing the ones He has given me to love. (Matthew 10:37-39)
Yes, it may seem radical to not want to own much or walk through this world loving God and my neighbor supremely, but the culture is changing so much and so fast my heart can no longer be lukewarm but hot. (Revelation 3;16) It is by faith I say everyday heaven is my home, so I will lay up treasure there rather than here, living as a nomad.