Worth the Price...

Nothing profound, just a thought as my phone rang:

I have this song that I just changed to my ring last week. I had it set about a year ago, and now Ive brought it back. Its one of those songs that is good enough to let my phone ring a few times, just so I can enjoy hearing it, and perhaps sing along... Anyway, the best part of the song goes, "Thank You for showing me that I was made for something better. I will walk down the narrow road. And fear will never stop my love. Ill see You through to the end."

Last night as my phone rang, a thought flashed through my mind, just long enough for me to catch it. Heres the thought, expanded upon: Why is it that we need to be reminded that we were made for something better? Why is that such a hard concept? That it becomes so easy for us to fall into being okay with good enough, or even less than that? Why do we have to be told that we are called to something higher before we will actively pursue it? I think it's because, well at least for me, it takes work and effort on a day-by-day, hour-by-hour, even moment-by-moment basis. I think I tend to forget that idea, and as the minutes for which Ive lived for myself begin to compound, I fall behind. Life starts to overwhelm me, and all of the sudden, its all about anything but Him again.

The ride must be worth the price of admission. To know and to love Him, to have Him show us we were made for something better, certainly is.

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Lesson for Today: The word macabre is defined: "1. gruesome and horrifying; ghastly; horrible;
2. of, pertaining to, dealing with, or representing death, esp. its grimmer or uglier aspect; 3. of or suggestive of the allegorical dance of death."