Memories and Wisdom

There is a lot of change coming. Some for me, some for friends, some for people I don’t really know, but it is coming for all of us. We can’t escape it. Change is a part of life, and change is good, but it’s not always easy.

For me, one of the big changes is losing a place where I have so many memories. I can’t really say too much about this yet since I’m not sure how public the knowledge is, but some of my best memories with some of my best friends happened at this place, and now it’s changing and we’re losing it. I’m excited for the possibilities in the new place, but the old place always felt like home, a place of comfort, a place of rest and peace.

With that change, I have been asked to help develop a few things. And I am so excited to help, but I find myself wondering why I was asked. I don’t think I have any great wisdom, or any great insight on these things, but I have been asked to help. So I find myself excited for the changes, for the role I get to play in these coming adventures, but I find myself nervous because I know I am not equipped to do it. But I also know that God does not call the equipped, He equips the called. So if the people who have prayerfully asked me to help them with this believe I am the right man for the job, then I must trust that God knows what He is doing and that He will give me what I need to do it…

I don’t know what the road ahead looks like, but I’m oddly ok with that….

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These are my Souvenirs

 

Here’s to the twilight
here’s to the memories
these are my souvenirs
~”Souvenirs” by Switchfoot

When you look around my room, you will find an assortment of so many random things. (seriously, ask my roommates, they’ll tell you). There’s a teddy bear, there’s poster with burnt paper, a jar of oil, an old style bullet, a can that had the side ripped open, a key, a pin to a grenade, a ship, some rocks, and I could go on and on.

Why do I have them? What is their purpose? to many people, these items are probably just a random collection of junk. But to me, every item is a memory, and more important than just a memory, it’s a memory of a person, and a life changed. Some are memories from my own life, a memory of a version of me in the past (some good, some bad). And some are memories of someone else’s life that I had the awesome chance to get to watch (and if I was really lucky, God let me play this little tiny part in).
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