Tell me a story

"Tell me a joke, granddad," I'd ask.

And he would. He would tell me jokes about the difference between a duck and how many eggs a chicken could lay in a day. But mostly he'd tell me math jokes. And he'd give me that smirk of his as I sat there puzzled for a while.

"Tell me a story, granddad. A story of when you were a boy."

And he would. He'd tell me stories of everyone who had ever lived in any of the houses in Wibaux County, Montana. He'd tell me of where he grew up and the adventures he'd had as a boy. But mostly he'd tell me about the horses and the country music that he'd always loved.



And now I still learn from him as I walk through his old decaying house that he spent so many winters cooped up in.



It tells me stories of age and life and memories. And it all seems to plead with me to invest in something more substantial. to live for something more eternal than the flower beds and the dusted shelves and the smiles and the blue skies.
So once again, I look ahead to the Home awaiting me. Oh that my life would be spent preparing me to arrive there!

"But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ." Phil. 3:20

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."

2 Corinthians 4:16-18