Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it

Today, we are remembering Grandma Amy.  And it has not gone without sobering thoughts of eternity. I know right now that she is with the Father and the place which the Son prepared for her. What brings peace about my grandmother's life is that we are promised a kingdom and an eternity.  Her life did not truly end a week ago. And this is the only hope we have--if it were not so, you ought to pity my life, hers, and anyone else spending their lives for the sake of His Name. "If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied."--1 Corinthians 15:19 I can remember Grandma Amy singing earnestly over and over, "you can have all this world, but give me Jesus".  I now know that her prayer has been answered and she has Him. And that is all she or I need, hope, and long for. "I love you, Grandma."

I've stopped writing in here as often (and I don't believe the picture blogs count).  As much as I wish I could put into words what God is doing in my heart--it's hard.  I don't write as much not because He isn't changing things up--on the contrary--but because God is doing so much I've nearly "shut down" almost to preserve energy. I feel like I've lost all my spunk and piffy comments about Christian culture and then deep revelations about God that I can share.  He is simply there. "Jesus, I need you.  That's all."  Which is what I write in my journals most days. I leave you with this for now: "My comfort in my suffering is this:  your promise preserves my life."--Psalm 119:50