I also need to clean my room...I scrubbed it down yesterday, but stuff is everywhere. Oy.
So yesterday on my way to class, I was thinking about the Christian vs. worldly path. When I was young, I was taught in school that the way of the world is a large and beautiful path, but the Christian path is short and winding. It made sense to me on my way to class. When I got out of my car, I chose to go the path full of pine straw, pine cones and more difficult to walk on. I could have gone the gravel path that led to a nice walkway to the sidewalk. Instead, I chose the sidewalk.
I guess that's how life can be at times. We want to go the tougher path because it's a shortcut when at times it can cut us, break us down. The longer path that's more safe doesn't appeal to us because it takes longer.
I do say that vice-versa to Christianity. The Christian path is in fact much longer and harder. I recall reading Pilgrim's Progress in third grade, terrified. All of these monsters came up out of nowhere and tempted Christian- the pilgrim, but he held true and at the end, he got eternal life.
Last night I dreamt that the world ended. It was a beautiful dream. It started off with hail coming down. My awesome editor last quarter, Angela, was reading from Revelation as we were wondering what was occurring. I dreamt I was raptured for a second then came back- totally weird, but it was cool. After the hail came down, fire started falling from the skies. It never burnt anything since it was raining outside, but it looked like fireflies and meteors. The dream itself was incredible. I know that no matter what, God has His hand on us, so why worry about the world ending? I have friends and a life I love. What more could I need?
Oh and the dream ended with my friends and me going to Six Flags in Dallas. And then we were raptured, living with Jesus forever.
