Walking on Chairs

(via thatispleasantindeed)

instead of taking the bus. Then it hit me, what if I don’t even make it to the lights? The next intersection past that? What if I don’t make it home? First thought - I can’t face Him. I wouldn’t have anything to show for my life. I’ve done good works through my faith, but they don’t even make up a fraction of what He’s done for me. Life is so temporary and I don’t know when my time will be, but what I’ve done so far is shameful. Family came second, then friends. And then came Luke 9:62.

But Jesus told him, “Anyone who puts a hand to the plow and then looks back is not fit for the Kingdom of God.”

I can’t look back for them or focus on that if I’m to meet my creator. I have to focus on Him, He loves me more than they ever could; to pause to say goodbye would be futile. As I made it to the lights, the intersection past that, my sub division, my street, and finally home, I realize how subjected I was to His grace for my entire life. Nineteen years of this grace just so I could get to the point where I finally stand in awe and start this walk.

“You can’t be a baby Christian forever.” 

As if I could even call my past self a Christian. That title is reserved for those whose life reflects Christ’s. It’s only given to you by those watch you, your life and determine that you have strived to live for God. It’s time to walk, live up to the title, and stop the spoon-feeding. I have to feed myself now. 

So no more. I live now with no regrets, life is too temporary for that. Every day could be my last, and I will definitely never let a day go by where I don’t thank Him for this life, for His promises, and for Him. I’ll work for the title of God’s Child, a Christian. 

This life is temporary, and when it’s done you better have done God proud. 

✝