Today my Facebook status reads: The secret to life is out by now and a few people finally get it. Life is what happens to you when you are making other plans. We are all taught from our youth that life is going to be this story book adventure and then, in the end, so many of us get eaten by the dragons we are supposed to be slaying. The thing is this: I will always believe in the ideal. That is what I will teach my children. Reach for Disneyland even if Lagoon is all you get. Its better to reach and believe than to wander and waste your life away. I think that we all need to believe in something. Believe we are going to win. Believe we are going to get that job, that raise, that promotion. Believe we are going to find happiness in marriage, children. Believe that we have self worth, even if society wants to short change or steal it away from us. Believe that life hasn't been wasted even if we got off the road a time or two.

Facebook sheds some light on the lives of so many people we know or knew. It is like a panoramic view of their lives. We saw who they were and who they have become. What a viewpoint! But look at all the people whose lives are far different from what we expected or what they expected. When the last chapter of our lives is written it will really be measured by God's perfect plan and what he expected from us.


This song was on this mornings Music & the Spoken Word:

Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
mount of thy redeeming love.

Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I'm come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
interposed his precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.