I love school. I love to learn, have something to keep myself busy, and feel accomplished. When I was diagnosed with cancer, the first time I truly broke down was when I had to drop out of the nursing program. This was after I find out I wasn't terminal of course.
My goals have been to do whatever I want to do because I can do them. They have included moving far away from calhoun county, obtaining a doctorate degree, and have a million dollars in our retirement... These were my goals. Looking at them now, I can't help but say to myself, "wait, THESE were my goals!?" I don't see where Jesus fits in there at all. If I were to die, my eulogy would say "obtained a doctorate degree and a million dollars."
Jesus came and lived on this earth for a number of reasons. One of them being, to give us an example of how we are to live our lives.
What is the meaning of life? Why are we here? What are our goals that we're supposed to give our all to accomplish? Jesus worked as a carpenter... Not a whole lot of money in that profession. He didn't exert all of His time and energy into gaining success. He spent His whole life bringing others to God.
A couple of weeks ago a man came up and spoke at the tail end of church service. He had a long rope that reached from the front doors to the pulpit, traveling all the way down the isle. The last two inches he was holding onto made up the handle of the rope. He said, "This rope represents eternity, obviously its not long enough. We could stretch it all the way across town and it still wouldn't be long enough. These last few inches represent our life here on earth. Which part of the rope are you living for?"
I have a few new ideas and goals. I asked my husband the other day if I could be a stay at home mom once we had children. I plan to get my RN and then pray about the rest. Go where God decides to take me. It might not be a doctorate degree.
We only get a short amount of time on this earth. After this, we either get eternal reward our eternal punishment. What are you living for?
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