I think of raising my children and all of the things I tried to teach them. The lessons I’ve wanted them to learn; how to handle problems, how to extend grace to others, how to manage time and money, questions about eternal life….. But if I knew I was going to die tonight what would I want my last words to be to them?

I would want to make sure they stay close to each other and get together regularly. I want them to read their Bible and teach my grandchildren the importance of their Christian faith. I want them to know life is hard but Jesus is faithful. I want them to laugh and enjoy life, marveling at what is in creation and appreciating the beauty. I want them to appreciate how God made us different and to learn the best from others. I want them to be humble and forgiving. I want so much for them. So much would be flowing out of my verbal existence. It’s hard to boil it down to one thing.

What would be the most important thought I want them to remember and pass on to their children?

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Numbers Game

I think blogs are weird. I sit and write to no one and hope someone will magically happen upon my page and critic my thoughts. I also think the concept of using my day to follow others is odd.  It’s creepy to waste time scrolling through the lives of people I haven’t seen in thirty years. Yet it is amazing how much of my day I can waste doing it. This is our culture. We live in a society of modern day voyerism but not voyerism because people proclaim it openly for me to see.

What is even more odd is spending time writing a public blog that no one may ever read or follow to read again. If I was just blogging it wouldn’t be so bad because writing isn’t really the time issue, it’s the formatting and figuring out pictures so the site doesn’t look as technology incompetent as I am.  With blogging, my life becomes a number game. Who I am following becomes less relevant then how many people are following me.

My husband has a tolerance of the kitchen being less then clean as I start this because he wants to be encouraging, but encouragement has a time limit. If in three years he has lived with a neglected house and my mom is the only who cares to read this I think I’ll hear, “it’s time to stop the blog and just pick up the phone.”

Life really isn’t about who is following me but who am I following.

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