Lots of repetitive tasks, and it’s literally freezing out, it’s the final stretch of the year. What is life? We’re born, live, then die. Who’s to say which step is the most important, we spend the most time living, so we assume that means something. Death will be the beginning of eternity, in that way it comes before birth. If we go to the eternal, then all the time we spend on Earth will be insignificant compared to infinity. Still it isn’t good to ignore this body because of something that happens in another time. The best way to live would glory God and he said to be fruitful and multiply, I think I’m doing that. The problem is raising a child is neither exciting or glorious, but perhaps that’s the point. The fire inside me has to be contained for good. When I said kids aren’t glorious, I’m thinking of stories where the hero holds up his sword and the crowd cheers, that’s not my kind of glorious. When I imagine glory it is the hero completing his mission, reporting back, and being dismissed. It is in that walk home, knowing the deed is done, that glory lies in. Serving God through raising children can have that same glory, visually, these are different trenches. I wrote before about a big hill called the stairway to heaven in Fort Benning, I get the same feeling looking up a hill as when I think about the lifetime of caring for these kids. This is what I wanted, the adventure of a lifetime that never lets up. Thank God. Now I have to go back to writing Christmas cards and assembling toys.
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