I've been reminiscing a lot lately about my childhood. Now I know that it really wasn't that long ago, but still cut me some slack. This is my blog not yours :P For some strange reason I've just been remembering the strangest things and longing for simpler days.
For example, now that Spring is here all the wildflowers are starting to bloom. Flowers always make me think about my Mom because she is a major flower lover. This lady goes to town every Spring buying and planting in her flower beds. The neat thing is that she never really lays out a plan, but just buys and plants everywhere. If it were me, I'd be building spreadsheets and drawing out graphs on how my beds would look, but not her. Mom seems to find joy in simply having her hands in the dirt and caring for her little seedlings. I remember as a little girl helping her break the little plants out of their plastic pots and handing them to her to plant. Everything I know about flowers I learned from her. I also use to pick little violets and other pretty "flowers," aka weeds, for her. She would make such a fuss over them and even had a special, tiny little vase that she would put them in. I still buy my Mom flowers to this day on Valentine's Day and Mother's Day because of these memories we share.
I also remember my sandbox. I absolutely loved my sandbox. Daddy originally built it right under a gumball tree so that I would have some shade when I was out playing in it. I would build castles and play with my plastic cowboys and Indians. I liked to build little tepees out of the gumballs. My brother Adam, on the other hand, enjoyed blowing up said plastic people in my sandbox with fireworks. I bet if I dug in my sandbox today we would still find plastic body parts. Unfortunately, my sandbox has been converted to Mom's tomato garden and the gumball tree has been cut down. I still look at that box though and remember the countless hours I spent there recreating my little imaginary adventures.
Life is constantly changing. The Earth is always turning. The sun will always rise and set. That's just the way God designed it and how it will be until he says otherwise. In the past I've been terrified of change. I remember having a major, full-blown out panic attack when it came time to leave for college. Granted I'm a little more dramatic than most, but still. People are not very comfortable with change. We get in our routines and daily schedules and heaven forbid they get messed up!
But we aren't guaranteed a single day on this planet. Life is so fragile that the Bible compares it to a mist or a vapor. Speaking of the weather, today driving to work it was crazy foggy. I'm talking swimming under the sea or treading in pea soup foggy. The fog miraculously vanished though as soon as the sun came up. This thing that had completely shrouded the world around me disappeared at the first glimmer of light.
Now think on this...The average human lives only like what, 80 something years? Now try to imagine eternity. The human brain can't fully grasp the concept of eternity because we can't establish an ending to it. Our brains were designed to understand events in a beginning, middle, and ending parts kind of way. Eternity doesn't have one of those ending things. It just goes on, and on, and on etc. If you want to think of it mathematically, think about the square root of pie. Pie is an irrational number. Its root can only be an estimation which can literally go on forever. Random piece of useless information, I know :) If you would like to ponder on it musically...this is the song that never ends ;)
The whole point to my rambling I guess is to not be afraid of change. God is never surprised by what happens in your life because guess what...nothing happens outside of his control. NOTHING. If he knows every hair on your head and every breath you're going to breathe, then every step you take is planned by him. Now there is that free will thing that allows us to try and do our own dance and jack it all up. When we try to follow our own lead, we remove ourselves from under his protection. I found, through personal experience, that you will save yourself a lot of unnecessary pain and heartache if you simply follow his plan. He wants only good things for his children.
So cherish your childhood memories and try not to freak out when unexpected things do pop up. Please leave all the drama to me because I got enough for the whole population of China and then some :)
"There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace."
*Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
**Francisco decided to show off so he could be in the blog like Hershey**
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