So yesterday on Klove there was a guy, maybe a pastor or something, i dont really know who he was, but he said "We are great missionaries in Japan, but not in the US". He was making the point that we search for those that we dont know that need to be saved, but what about those around us. There are people all around us, that we interact with everyday that dont know the love of Christ. Our neighbors, our friends, our colleagues, even some of the people in our family. But we fear to reach out to them, because being rejected by them would hurt more then being rejected by the people that we barely know. So, we grow complacent with the fact that the people around us dont know that there is hope. There is hope that at the end of the dark tunnels that everyone has to go through there is going to be a light. You can give these people the reason that they need to keep going and not to give up. Today while i was sitting in Starbucks "doing homework" there were two ladies next to me that were talking about their church and their love for Christ. So, as i sat her eaves dropping i couldnt help but smile and think 'what do people think that dont't believe in God'? Its like, when i think about it, all of my happiness and love, and life lessons have come from God and His grace, and i just cant even imagine what it would be like to not have that faith. I don't know just a little food for thought. I was definitely convicted to start making sure that the love of Christ is showing through all my actions especially for those that dont know that love.
Well, little fact that some people may not know...i absolutely love writing poetry. I think that its a great way to get out emotions and for me its the best way to put out how i am feeling at any given time. So here is a poem that i wrote in the eighth grade after my Mamu passed away. He was the most amazing grandpa and I miss him more and more everyday.
Ode to Edmond
There he lays,
Sprinkled across the beach.
He's seen the light,
Touched God's hand,
Sat in the throne.
He knew it was time,
ready to leave,
get rid of this pain and live in harmony.
He had a great life
Lots of love, kindness, and honor
He was a marine
Well, actually, a veteran
A dad, grandpa, husband, brother, son, and friend.
But to me, he was Mamu
Beloved by all, hated by none
He had memories of everything,
The war, his life, and he could never stop talking about us, his grandkids.
He spoiled us with candy, sweets, and gifts
Showering us with surprises everytime we came to visit
Never ceasing to amaze us.
He always forgot my name
Calling me Tina, my mom, or Tasia, my aunt
I'd never get upset
Just chip in and say
"No mamu...It's Seba"
Well may God bless you today
Til tomorrow (maybe :))
XOAbby