so first of all, why is it called house party? i have no idea: its a christian union retreat for a weekend. i was in a tent, it definitely was a tent party!!!
anyway, my eyes were opened to a few things that weekend.
this is not my home. i know, nothing new, but to punctuate it in my own head and life, this world has nothing for me... its a beautiful world, a great idea, but we were meant to live for something more... and yes i'm slurring song lyrics... i often think in music quotes... anyway...
i keep placing expectations in life for no good reason and i'm constantly being hit with little bits of disappointment... that's ridiculous... life's gifts are in the present. i need to take them in the present, give to them in the present, and make this day worth living.
new tangent: the day when i'm called home, my work on this earth will have been completed. what an amazing feeling that must be, the ultimate final deadline. if i was to live everyday like i would not have tomorrow to keep making a difference, i think my life would be radically different. i would stop and talk to the homeless man by waitrose, make him dinner, and find out who he is. i would not be concerned with the time i spend with people who are crying out because there would be no other calling for my time. i would not reminisce about the past with melancholy and wishes to go back to better days. the days in front of me are unidentified and wonderful. the opportunities i have are boundless. its just what i'm using those opportunities for. to truly treat every day like its my last... not because i'm living in fear that there will not be a tomorrow, but living so that tomorrow would not be necessary.
if i could think of a bible verse to tack on here, i would. but i got nothing. God knows.
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