Though there was sweat during the workout and an aching in my muscles afterward, it felt like good work…so I went back again and again…I go because I know that it is good for me, but I also go because of the people that we meet.
I remember another day of uncertainty. It was the day my mother had a massive stroke. In a moment, the lives of everyone in my family were changed forever.
With that in mind, our conversation turned from the standard media of art—oil, marble, bronze, etc.—to a nontraditional medium: our relationships. Do our relationships garner the same reaction from God that I longed to see on my mother’s face? Is he proud of our relationship? Does He see His love shining through us? Would God hang our relationship on His heavenly refrigerator?
I am so thankful that I did not let my lost luggage ruin my day ealier that week, because, while it was a shock, it was nowhere near the shock of what was to come.
The scary question for me is this: What have I shown my kids unknowingly; when I thought they weren’t listening, or they were out of earshot, or I just assumed they were too little to understand? What have they learned from me that I did not intend to teach? That’s the stuff of nightmares…