The beginning is near . . .

I began this blog when school was about out and summer was starting.
Now school will begin again tomorrow.
I spent the last moments of summer in Long Beach at Dunes bible camp
with some great college age kids.
I love the beach. The waves and the sand and the sun.
God makes beautiful things.
I even see now as I come home and talking with a friend.
Somehow we got on the subject of poetry.
I believe it was due to this image.



Its an interesting image; however, when I read the first line, I thought again.
When faced with two choices... I pray.

He asked if I was into poetry and I began to speak of high school where most of my English courses consisted of some poetry.
He asked if one stuck with me and if I would share it with him.
I wanted to share it with him about a week ago but I didn't.
God gave me this opportunity to share it with him now.

This is the poem, along with an old post from Facebook which I am sure still prevalent in my life.
His Plan for Me
By Martha Snell Nicholson

When I stand at the Judgment Seat of Christ
And He shows me His plan for me,
The plan of my life as it might have been,
Had He had His way; and I see

How I blocked Him here, and I checked Him there
And I would not yield my will,
Will there be grief in my Saviour's eyes,
Grief though He loves me still?

He would have me rich, and I stand here poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing
Down the paths I cannot retrace.

Then my desolate heart will well nigh break
With tears that I cannot shed;
I shall cover my face with my empty hands;
I shall bow my uncrowned head.

Lord of the years that are left to me,
I give them to Thy hand;
Take me and break me, mold me to
The pattern Thou hast planned.

This is a poem I had in my head since I memorized it freshman year of high school.
I hope that when I am before him, he will be able to show me my life and how he had his way.

Theres just something that I am realizing once again
of our culture, of our world. We've learned to be in the world and not of the world.
Yet within this culture it isn't easy to do.
There is something about trials.
Someone said that if you're not in one, get ready its coming.
Trials help us get our focus back and grow in God more.
School isn't easy and seems pointless.
I need to just do it though.
I am trying not to complain about things anymore.

I heard these good few verses.
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.
Romans 8:18

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition,
with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
Philippians 4:6

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School tomorrow
And so it begins . . .