Snow covered corn fields are a regular site when it comes to living in the State of Nebraska. Our worlds revolve around farming and railroads. In my career I have driven past this old church several times. It is as if it is left there as a testament to the past.
Setting back with no sign of a road anymore. Just the shell of what used to be. Sunday Pot luck’s, Bible studies, moments of birth’s and wedding celebrations. Along with the passing of loved ones. the past of community.
The memories of this place, I am sure someone holds. We forget that just like this building we deteriorate and one day we will leave behind remittance of our lives.
Everything we are is being built up or torn down! As I grow toward God in my daily walk, it is evident that I have to think before I act. I have to wait on Gods wisdom. I have to be realistic about my own mortality. My life will end and tears will flow from those who have been part of my story. My story has been one of non belief to accepting Jesus as my savior. He took my sin and has me whole!
When we are forgiven it is done! the Bible reminds us not to focus on the past but to mindful of the day at hand.
“Lift up my eyes to the mountains. Where does my help come from?” “My help comes the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth. ” Psalm 12:1-2