Meaningless. Everything we do in life, everything we strive for on this earth, everything we consider good. Meaningless. What then, has meaning? That which lasts. And only He is eternal.
I had to stop myself this morning and lie down for a loooonnng time, staring up at the bottom of the top bunk bed from the bottom bunk. I've just been so busy lately, studying, interviewing, searching for jobs, sending e-mails, checking e-mail. I needed to stop myself to remember the prize. No, not grad school or med school, though that is my more immediate goal. No, the real prize is up there. WAAAYYY up, where our Father dwells. The prize IS Him. So I wait. I am still. I am silent, knowing He is LORD, with a capital everything. God, keep my focus on You, and nowhere else. Help me to run the race. Help me to win the prize. Keep me faithful, keep me steady, just like You are enduring.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.
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