Thoughts / View from the Prairie Box

Thoughts

Posted on Jun 17, 2007 at 9:28 PM in Uncategorized

Sometimes a building really is just a building.
Sometimes a building is more than just a building.
Lots of things can become idols. We should reconsider our priorities when we give more devotion and adoration to them than to God.
Three year olds are crazy little people.
My own crazy little person has pushed me to the brink of crazy as well on numerous occasions this past week.
God answers my prayer for patience, perseverance and preservation when I turn to Him.
I like to be in control.
There were a lot of events this past week that I couldn’t control.
Good thing I believe in a God who loves me and, you guessed it, really is in control. Some of you know how comforting this is; others of you might think I’m crazy for trusting in a personal, loving God.
Community, especially committed community, is a powerful thing. It’s hard for me to fathom that there are people in our lives (“our” meaning the Tredway’s) who know all about us and love us anyway.
My community represents Jesus to me. They are His hands, His ears, His feet.
This week has humbled me. Can you tell? : )

1 Comment

Rebecca A. Jun 19, 2007 5:19 PM

Rebecca – We went Friday to see the demolition but had to leave before it started. We walked down the alley in order to get to our car. I kept looking over my shoulder saying goodbye. Every time I would look away I would tell myself, you still have your memories and it is just bricks. It was still hard to leave. I really thought I had myself under control until we were pulling away and Jonas started saying, bye bye church, I love you church, I miss you church. Everyone in the car started crying. I have no idea what really prompted this since he is just 2. But I do know that that is why it was more than just bricks.

Rebecca A. Jun 19, 2007 5:19 PM

Rebecca – We went Friday to see the demolition but had to leave before it started. We walked down the alley in order to get to our car. I kept looking over my shoulder saying goodbye. Every time I would look away I would tell myself, you still have your memories and it is just bricks. It was still hard to leave. I really thought I had myself under control until we were pulling away and Jonas started saying, bye bye church, I love you church, I miss you church. Everyone in the car started crying. I have no idea what really prompted this since he is just 2. But I do know that that is why it was more than just bricks.