Forgive any spelling catastrophes in this post... I'm using my work phone, which is currently a touch screen, so it's weird for me to type.. I miss my Blackberry.. lol
I'm in the midst of rereading one of my favorite book series. I think I was the only 9 year old excited, counting down the days for the next book to come out. I remember when The Indwelling came out, I came home from school so excited, cuz I knew my mom had bought it for me. And there it was, sitrimg on the table. I saw it, squealed, threw my backpack on the ground, ran down the hall, and saw that thecover page said "Assassins", which has been the previous book - that I had read months before. Confused, I started reading, and sure it enough, it was Assassins! What was Assassins doing in The Indwelling cover sleeve? I ran down the hall to see my dad reading "Assassins" (according to the sleeve) ans found out that my parents are total punks. Lol. I was so excited for that next book in the Left Behind series. And I was excited for every single book that came out. I read the adult books, the kid versions of the books, leftbehind.com was the first web forum I was ever apart of, and I had dramatized audio versions of the first 5 adult books and 10 kid books. Oh, and how excited I was when the movie came out!t Goodness. Those books were my first obsession with a series...
Anyways, so I'm rereading them right now, and everytime I read The Mark (the 8th book), I know what's coming. I dread it. I contemplate skipping the whole second half of the book. Reading this story about Christians being killed, by a guillotine, for not denying their faith. I cry. Everytime. Sometimes when Mrs Miklos and the other Greek Christians are executed. Or any of the countless others (hah! And the Antichrist thought the guillotines would never be used, that their mere presence would be enough to scare everyon into taking the mark of the Beast)... But I always cry when Chloe dies. And I just finished reading for the night, and I don't want to open the book tomorrow, cuz I know she dies in the next chapter...
To die a martyr, would be the best way to die. I think it's amazing. What a testimony. People say they'd take a bullet dor those that they love. I'd take one for God. Cuz who can I love more, and who could love me more? It's incomprehensible - that love. And I am so thankful. And so beyond undeserving. But so grateful for the grace and mercy He's shown me. I deserve the guillotine, and oh so much more. But it's all about what, WHO, you're living for. And any life that's worth living is only serving One Person. Anyone's life focused on something other than God is not a life at all, merely a presence taking for granted this crazy thing called life that He's given us. Heaven or Hell? If you're not doing something for God's glory, you're doing it for Satan's pleasure. It's that simple. Scary, but so real.
I don't care if people remember I'm a redhead. Or that I laugh a lot. Or that I tell stories with no purpose. Or that I can play a few songs on a few instruments. Or that I'm a good shoulder to cry on. Or that I have a ridiculous case of the hiccups... I want to be remembered as someone who loved God, and did it all - all of those silly things above - that I did it all to bring glory to God. To honor the One who blessed me enough to be able to do all those things.
Wow. That was a tangent. All true. Totally unexpected. Don't know where it came from, but I'm okay with that :)
Random:
It worries me that my school group is all about to turn 21. I wish my church friends were about to, too. I want healthy 21st birthdays to go to, not alcohol induced coma type parties...
I'm really excited to be leaving for the Philippines in less than a month! Ahhhh! So much to do before then! God is in control. Two weeks of God, family, and exploring the beautiful country. It will be amazing, I'm sure!
You're all in my prayers tonight.
