Did you ever wonder if Christ died on the cross for our sins would He have suffered less had I not sinned? Was His pain equal to the payment? God already knew everyone’s choices and paths. God already knew the payment due. I try to remember to think about this when making choices. Don’t get me wrong I am on this quest because I am imperfect not perfect and still making choices.
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Day 4 of my Quest
Looking for Hope is easier some day’s more than others. I know I carry hope in my heart because I carry The Lord in my heart. My quest is for life with eternal Hope. I always dreamt of heaven as sitting at Jesus’ feet like the little children and just asking question after question. Much like I did at my Grandfather’s feet. My Grandfather had a chair in the dinning room of his house where he sat and the grandchildren used to gather around just to listen. I called him Pap almost everyone he knew young and old called him Pop. Gram called him Joe. Pap never seemed to be bothered by my endless questions. I always felt safe, special and loved. That is what I hope heaven is.
So many thoughts
So many thoughts run through my mind. The soft drizzle of rain barely touching my face like tears of joy to the pelting rain of the cloud burst like tears of sorrow. What must God be thinking of us. What must God be thinking of me. Do you ever wonder what the world would be like if everyone would be kind to everyone else for just one second? Could we do it? To think kindly of someone else and not ourselves, to not judge, one moment of peace. Could we do it?
Day 2 of my Quest
I found a moment of peace holding a small child and watching their fascination with a bottle of cold water. Such wonder, such joy, what a smile, I felt at peace. I need to enjoy each moment like she enjoyed that cold drink of water. God gives us precious moments like gems from heaven. I know where my quest is leading am I strong enough to travel the road?
Day 1 of my Quest
Each day I search for that one moment of peace and solitude. My moment of Hope! It cannot be bottled, boxed or held in your hands. It can be in the middle of massive chaos. It is like a light hand on your shoulder telling you everything is as it should be, breathe. Each day before I walk into work I pray for that moment. Each day off as I sit at home I pray for that moment. When I sing I find that moment, when I pray I find that moment when I paint I find that moment. What do they all have in common they are all conversations with God.
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