Remember me

 

     So I'm watching the above video . . . well more like listening.  I have a 'to work to' play list that runs while I code, design, create content, whatever.  The goal is that the songs will encourage a certain motivation, this song is in my play list as a break between some Flogging Molly and Red Hot Chili Peppers to help me stay mellow and fluid.  Frame of mind is very important when it comes to the various tasks that I need to accomplish.  Flogging Molly is great for coding, songs like this are great for creating content, if I'm working outside it has to be classic rock . . . but you get the picture.
     Today though, I'm chatting with an old friend that I've not spoken to in a LONG time.  They were the kind of friend that you thought you'd never lose touch with after high school but somehow you do.  I have looked for them from time to time but not everyone in the world uses Facebook or MySpace so, not much you can do.  Recently though I got a friend invite and knew who it was immediately.  We've chatted a few times and caught up a little, I'm so excited to get to 're-know' my friend after so many years have passed.
     But back to this song, so this song came on while we were talking.  I thought it was funny that I was talking to a friend while a song was saying 'remember me' in the back ground.  ha ha  I like old friends, I think I have too few of them.  A lot of that was and has been my own doing.  Until recently I think I felt that I wasn't really deserving of the kind of friendships people long for.  After all I was un-important, I didn't make an impact, I meant little to anyone else (all of this being told over and over again to me in my head).  Recently though, say in the past few years, I've come to not listen to that voice.  Oh I don't think that I'll ever change the world, but I've had more than one person come up to me and say that something I said or did (sometimes just listening) changed their world.  I realize a little more each day what I mean to my girls and my wife, what I mean to my brothers, and my comrades.  
     In the grand scheme of God's plan how can I, a flawed man, play a part?  There was a great sermon series called "His plan, my part" (sermon ~  video)that we had at the Vineyard a while back.  I think the faster you learn your position, where you stand in not your own eyes or what the enemy would have you believe, but where you stand in God's eyes you begin to see yourself in a different light and you become more open to God's plan.  I'm not going to dive into the theology of plan vs. freedom, but all I can say is that now that I view myself through the lens of God's eyes I can't wait to share it with my friends.  I am me, but different.  While in high school I was convinced I wouldn't live past 20; I don't know why I thought that way it's just the way it was.  I didn't really share that with anyone because what would be the point.  Now I know I can never die, that I'll simply be changing neighborhoods one day.  I don't need to worry about changing the world so the world will remember me.  Instead, I play my part in HIStory and all for His glory I am an instrument to  be used by Him to exercise whatever it is someone needs.

So now it's about not remembering me, but Him because He's all that matters

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