Yesterday we had the opportunity to briefly visit with some dear friends. It was my first time being inside their house, and I absolutely loved it! She had a lot of antiques, but what struck me the most was how streamlined everything was. There was so little clutter. It made me want to go home and start purging things.
And that was yesterday. Today I have a little bit of free time (the first in a while!) and my first thought was "Both Borders and Blockbuster are have their going out of business sale! I ought to swing by both those places and...." Good intentions don't last very long, do they?
And in the midst of my cluttered thoughts, I decided to check blogs before I started the crazy day before me. When I was a teenager, a missionary who spoke at my church really challenged me after the service to seriously pray about becoming a missionary. Years later, while studying missions in college, his parents attended the same church I did. So while I don't have a personal relationship with this family, I've followed their updates and prayed for them throughout the years. And here's her latest blog entry:
http://ruthnasia.blogspot.com/2011/03/evacuating.html
It bothers me that I have so much when others are suffering so desperately. We've done what little we can to help out, but I wish I could be on a plane heading that direction to pass out water containers and clothes and filters and help shovel debris. Instead I'm sewing costumes for a play and making mints for a bridal shower. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy doing these things as well, but plays and showers seem so unimportant when people are using dishrags for diapers. I long for the day when Christ will return and make all things right.
And that was yesterday. Today I have a little bit of free time (the first in a while!) and my first thought was "Both Borders and Blockbuster are have their going out of business sale! I ought to swing by both those places and...." Good intentions don't last very long, do they?
And in the midst of my cluttered thoughts, I decided to check blogs before I started the crazy day before me. When I was a teenager, a missionary who spoke at my church really challenged me after the service to seriously pray about becoming a missionary. Years later, while studying missions in college, his parents attended the same church I did. So while I don't have a personal relationship with this family, I've followed their updates and prayed for them throughout the years. And here's her latest blog entry:
http://ruthnasia.blogspot.com/2011/03/evacuating.html
It bothers me that I have so much when others are suffering so desperately. We've done what little we can to help out, but I wish I could be on a plane heading that direction to pass out water containers and clothes and filters and help shovel debris. Instead I'm sewing costumes for a play and making mints for a bridal shower. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy doing these things as well, but plays and showers seem so unimportant when people are using dishrags for diapers. I long for the day when Christ will return and make all things right.
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