Have you ever had anyone come up to you and say you're beautiful, just the way you are. To almost randomly compliment you - for no other reason then that they believe you are. Not that they would kill for your hair - bringing the focus back on them, but just that colour brings out your eyes, or that they love how you always match patterns and colours.

The world would be a much better place if we went up to those strangers and told them what we secretly loved about them. Why? Because then they might be inspired to do something for someone else.

Random Acts of Kindness just come to mind - how back in the day (You know, when dinosaurs ruled the earth and mobile phones were, like, as big as your hand mahn!) when toll booths were manned, how someone would pay the toll for them and the person behind them. No reason. Just cause they felt like it.

How often in this timeless age do we do something for no reason, just because if we didn't someone else would have to. Like what Paul said, If someone makes you walk a mile, walk two.

Cause at the end of the day, what are people going to remember about you?

I know I'd like to be remembered as the only Bible some people are going to read ...

Truth

Even when I have NO idea what I'm doing - I have the promise that God's got my best interests at heart.

The truth? Life is a fairytale - a Grimm Faerie-tale, but with the happy ending guaranteed. If we look hard enough at every day - every hour if need be, there is a gem, a priceless treasure that he has planned for us since the beginning of time.

Whether this is just in the way the light catches a particular leaf - or just a quiet moment as the pieces from the last few days fall together - it's as beautiful as the day it would have been when first designed.
It's easy to believe that life is planned. It has a purpose. There's a reason ... blah, blah, blah.

But when you are caught up in these moments - the rest of the world just fades away slightly in comparison to the pure Glory of God.

Pain is still there - but numbed slightly. And I have good reason to believe that over time - a thousand years or so, it could be allowed to pass from memory.
Then, I suppose, eternity will truly begin.