Wow, what an amazing world we live in. Even the waterways are far from boring.
Sometimes, as we see the spiraling circus unfold around us, it is easy to become discouraged and declare that the Bible is wrong and God is never going to come. Concentrating on the decaying world around us, we begin to feel weighted down with hopelessness and despair as we join the disheartening chorus that God is long overdue and must have forgotten us.
But the word of God is confident, it declares that God never changes, and that He keeps His word. Which means that even though it seems to us now like God is overdue, that He has forgotten to come for us, He will come again. That He will come on the date and time that He has determined, and that He will not wait a second longer to bring the misery of sin to an eternal end.
My legacy is a poem of reflection. It ask the painful question, if something happened to me what would be the legacy of my life? What value would it have, what purpose would it have served? Would it be the kind of life that I could look back upon with pride or would I shudder from a mountain of regret? Would the people that I love remember me with tears or smile with relief that I am gone?
The question of one’s legacy is so easy to postpone, because the idea that one day death will come is not one that any of us like to deal with. Yet it struck me as I wrote this simple poem that now is the time to ask this critical question. Now while I have a chance to mend bridges, build stronger bonds with the one’s that I love, and totally change the…
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What a fascinating story. I wish that I had the endurance of Cliff Young. I can only imagine what I might be able to accomplish if I had this man’s steady endurance. But what I would love even more is to have a faith in God that could go the distance. One like Cliff Young that could run the race even though everyone around me was sound asleep. Now that would be an amazing faith worth striving for.
When we are young we think that life will ever be before us. Time seems endless and full of promise. Slowly and comfortably we make our way, confident that we can postpone the uncomfortable because there will always be another tomorrow. Then one day we turn around and reality hits us like a ton of bricks as the air robbing realization hits us that most of our tomorrows are now behind us.
Where did the days go? When did the hours slip away? We wonder as with a fervor never known we pick up our to do list and fight to make each day count.
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Here is a very helpful You Tube gardening channel that I recently found. They have some nice ideas and grow some delicious looking fruits and vegetables. Best of all, they are urban gardeners showing that it is possible to have a productive garden in a small space.