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Desi and I have enjoyed going back and forth with theories of what happens after we die. My biggest reward has been seeing that there are more possibilities that actually jive with the texts other than what I was force-fed. Anyway.
It’s seems most likely that when we die we die. We sleep. Through Christ we have the hope of a resurrection. What seems unlikely is that my long deceased great-grandmother is looking down on me from heaven and guiding me in times of trouble.
It’s an easy idea for me to play with because I’m spoiled. Desi and I have each been pretty unscathed by death. Our kids have 7 GREAT-grandparents. And 6 Grandparents.
Desi and I have each lost a grandfather that we knew. I was very close to mine but after some open-hearts and bouts with like 4 cancers, ya kinda knew… And it doesn’t warm my heart to think that he might be looking down on me. (Yuck- in the shower too.) And if life in heaven is so boring that you spend your whole time watching others live, is that something we even want.
Anyway.
In Mark’s sermon on the weekend he mentioned the story of his mom dying. It just got me thinking of how spoiled we are. I have no idea what’s that’s like.
The best part is walking around and imagining what the people were thinking when they picked THAT for thier project idea.
Well thanks to this web site… imagine no more.
for a new tattoo.
You scored as Kingdom as a Christianised Society. Christians shouldn’t withdraw from the world, but by being present in it they can transform it. The kingdom is not only spiritual, but social, political, and cultural.
What is the Kingdom of God? |
Based on the questions and my answers I don’t understand why “kingdom as a future hope” is so low. I believe the future hope is of the fulfillment of the whole thing, right… Anyway. Good thought-provoking questions.
I remember feeling a bit busy in May. In retrospect, however, there was a bit of calm thrown in. There were a few opportunities to slow down and enjoy.
I still had mobs of paperwork to do. GST BS and T2’s (Corporate Tax return).
Parker continued his domination of the soccer field! The boy has no fear and is soooo fun to watch when he goalies because he runs right out and braves the kicking feet to lay on the ball. 
And then we took him for breakfast the morning of his 5th birthday. 
His party followed a week later.
We invited friends and family… He scored so many gifts that Desi and I didn’t even get him anything. Even James’ girlfriend got him a fishing rod and some nets. I asked her why and she said that Parker had called her into his room one night and asked for them and she promised him she would buy them for his birthday. He’s so smooth, that kid. Although he also asks her to sleep with him in his bed…. I don’t think he got that one for his birthday. Nice try kid.
We were invited to join some friends for a night at the circus. We didn’t allow them to ride the elephant and felt sorry while watching the poor pachyderms’ plight. Nonetheless, the kids enjoyed the show and got to eat lots of stuff that’s really bad for them. And what more can you ask for from the circus, really.
Some beautiful weather allowed the boys some bonding time with dad and Parker’s new remote-controlled hummer. Spoiled kid!!
We went to a friend’s graduation party.
We went to some other friend’s wedding.
It was a beautiful and fun affair!
And lastly, I had signed us up months before for a tour of Frank Lake. It’s with the city. They drove us an hour away on a bus and provided some yummy bag lunches and we spent the day out at Frank Lake learning about wetlands. There were some scientific-type activities and a hike. It would have been more enjoyable if it weren’t so cold and rainy.
It was a nice time to spend together as a family before we had extended family come to stay with us for the summer.
Life is so busy right now.
It’s so hard to be the wife/mom/family manager…. You feel like the hub of a wheel. All that goes on goes through me. Every need or whim or desire or request is filtered through me. I’m the only one who knows what everyone else is doing, how they feel, what they want, where they are… I’m the only one who knows where everything gets put away or may be found. I feel like I’m the only one who cares that everyone is happy, healthy, fulfulled. I feel like I’m the only one who cares that everything gets done (anyone wanna job cutting the grass- the green monster is too healthy. It grows too quickly!!!)
Anyway. It’s all okay. No sweat.
I have to remind myself to enjoy the ride as much as the destination.
Meanwhile, the kids can pretend to be animals in a jungle- in our front yard. At least we’re happy.
