For half an hour I sat in solitude, gazing at what was
before me. 3 giant monuments. The culmination of generations of work,
tied up with beliefs about life after death. There was hope for eternal
peace wrapped up in these powerful towers. Meanwhile, on the car
speakers was a song on repeat that drew my mind toward thoughts of a
simple life. A life of contentment, love, faithfulness. No giant
monuments in that life... at least none to be seen. And certainly none
worthy to have hope set upon them.
May my daily life at home
with my children, my man, my neighbors BE MY WORSHIP, be MY MONUMENT. My
eternity is already secure in Jesus, my Savior, yet I want to build a
monument of worship for Him still in the daily things in front of me.
That’s where life is found. Holiness is there. Worship is there. May
that be where I am found.
