Wasted Day?

I have spent my entire, only full day off in front of my computer.  Oh sure, I have done this before.  I have spent hours reading recipes on Pinterest, reading articles, catching up on email, paying bills, posting on facebook, or wordpress, but never have I spent the entire day learning, actually growing, in front of my computer.  What I wouldn’t give to have some sort of recorder that could have grabbed all my thoughts as I was taught, and as I processed today.  So many things buzzing through my mind, all so important to me.  It almost feels like when you have had a drink and you think “great thoughts”, only to find you can’t remember one when the alcohol wears off.  Or when you lay in bed, and can’t fall asleep, thinking of all the things you can’t ever come up with when the world of distractions bombards you.

Today we started our day with our Saturday morning conference call.  Since the beginning of January, we have been “meeting with” a group of people, from various states, to read together, and discuss the birth of our nation, and all that the forefathers desired when they founded this great place we call “home”.  My brother in law happens to lead this discussion, so it is especially wonderful, as he is a brilliant teacher, who loves foundational law and the study of government, as God desires it.  As it has worked out, in this class, 2 of my sisters are also “attendees”.  We never talk to one another during the 90 minute class session, but afterwards we stay on the line and catch up from the week.  It has become a highlight for me.  My sisters and I love one another, and now that we are older, we completely relate to one another.  It has not always been this way.  There are 21 years between my oldest sister and I, so essentially, we grew up in different worlds. She was always more like a second mother to me.  Now our parents are gone, and we are all aging, and we understand that these precious moments on the phone are exactly that…precious!

After our catch up time this morning, I spent some time deleting old emails, and saving some stories that I needed to read later.

Then came the livestream Memorial service for an 8 1/2 year old little girl that died last week from cancer.  Although I didn’t “know” Daisy Love Merrick, I prayed for, and loved her passionately.  I attended the church her father pastored whenever I was visiting my daughter in Santa Barbara, and I came to know her through his sermons, and stories on line.  Image

Her memorial today was everything i would hope and pray would be said at my memorial.  I would never want people sharing the “Laurie Stories”, of my life outside of my walk with Christ.  Not one word!  Because when this life is over, and all is burned away, all that will remain is what Christ did for me, and in me!  I want HIS story shared.  That’s all.  I want to know that without a doubt, that all those I love, all those I have called “friend” in this life will have a chance to hear about the saving life of Christ.


The Last Battle…


The Last Battle

Perhaps you will get some idea of it if you think like this. You may have been in a room in which there was a window that looked out on a lovely bay of the sea or a green valley that wound away among the mountains. And in the wall of that room opposite to the glass there may have been a looking glass. And the sea in the mirror, or the valley in the mirror, were in one sense just the same as the real ones: yet at the same time they were somehow different — deeper, more wonderful, more like places in a story: in a story you have never heard but very much want to know. The difference between the old Narnia and the new Narnia was like that. The new one was a deeper country: every rock and flower and blade of grass looked like it meant more. I can’t describe it any better than that: if you ever get there you will know what I mean.
It was the unicorn who summed up what everyone was feeling. He stamped his right fore-hoof on the ground and neighed, and then cried:
“I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now. The reason why we loved the old Narnia so much is because it sometimes looked a little like this. Bree-hee-hee! Come further up, come further in!”

Ch. 15 : Further Up and Further In – The Last Battle C.S. Lewis