Living Life Backwards

We should be living our lives backwards- at least backwards from the way the world lives theirs. I have always had this mentality that I will live my life here, and then I will get to go to heaven. I should be living my life in such a way that I remember that I belong to heaven, and I am only here for a little while. This place is just a stop over. It will only a blink of the eye in the light of eternity. I am on my way home.

My aunt Henrietta died last night. She was only 61. It is so difficult at these times to understand the mind of God. She has a husband and two children. And her children have young children. They need her, the grandchildren need her. Nevertheless, our Lord saw fit to take her home. I have no shadow of doubt that last night at 10:15pm, Jesus met her and told her "well done, my good and faithful servant." Her faith was her life. I pray today that the Holy Spirit will draw all of her friends and family who don't share her faith to the Lord Jesus. I pray that her life and death will shine like a star in the universe and give hope to the hopeless.

Henrietta's kids- John and Emmie and
their kids with Bennett, Sam and Emmie June 2005

There Will Be A Day- Jeremy Camp

I try to hold on to this world with everything I have
But I feel the weight of what it brings, and the hurt that trys to grab
The many trials that seem to never end, His word declares this truth,
that we will enter in this rest with wonders anew

But I hold on to this hope and the promise that He brings
That there will be a place with no more suffering

There will be a day with no more tears, no more pain, and no more fears
There will be a day when the burdens of this place, will be no more, we’ll see Jesus face to face
But until that day, we’ll hold on to you always

I know the journey seems so long
You feel your walking on your own
But there has never been a step
Where you’ve walked out all alone

Troubled soul don’t lose your heart
Cause joy and peace he brings
And the beauty that’s in store
Outweighs the hurt of life’s sting

I can’t wait until that day where the very one I’ve lived for always will wipe away the sorrow that I’ve faced
To touch the scars that rescued me from a life of shame and misery this is why this is why I sing….

There will be a day with no more tears, no more pain, and no more fears
There will be a day when the burdens of this place, will be no more, we’ll see Jesus face to face

There will be a day, He’ll wipe away the stains, He’ll wipe away the tears, He’ll wipe away the tears…..there will be a day.