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Despite all those feelings above (and trust me, I do believe in self-care lol), that as a believer and as a Christ-follower, didn’t I ask to be used? Didn’t He lay down His life for me? Don’t I desire to be like Jesus? To hang out and to love those who aren’t perfect and daily make mistakes (hello, that’s me)? I’ve spent little time in the Word this year, but the few times I’ve been able to spend some time doing so, it is always a reminder that damn, it’s not about me.

Eternal Minds
"For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city to come." Hebrews 13:14
I remember one of the first conversations Dorothy and I had was about eternity. I didn't know her well at all, and I'll admit I was trying a little bit to impress her with some good conversational skills. At the very least, I wanted her to know what I was about, and I certainly didn't want to be about small talk. I wanted her to see that on the top of my list of cares, I cared about things above.
I was talking about my thoughts on heaven, what heaven will be like when we get there. I don't remember exactly how it came up in conversation, but I was sharing how I have this picture of heaven in my head where every believer is sitting at a round table that fits us all, and we each take a turn to tell our life story, sharing who we were on earth, how Jesus saved us, and not neglecting any important details. As each person shared, slowly every believer present would start to see how all our lives connected and intersected. We would see how one thing we did affected another, until the very end. I imagine this would bring up plenty of extra side discussions as these realizations happen, and of course this would take a very long time, but that would be okay because we have eternity.
