Daughter of the King

Just a Life to Live

She sits in her car with a pink pig in her lap. The five dollar bill stuffed in her pocket will come in handy when she passes Starbucks on her way to work. She drives pass people. Hundreds and hundreds of people see her for put a moment, and then her life will fade into the meaningless cosmos. She looks through her foggy mirror and wonders about life.

"What does it matter? I travel here and there living a life, but it's just a life."
Her young face tenses up, and she wishes she could know the thousands of answers to the thousands of questions that pound through her brain. She wonders if those people feel lost. She wonders if they are hurting. She doesn't see them as a mass of advanced manuals. The girl sees him and her, him and her and the little content child holding his Mon's hand to cross the street. She wonders if he'll make in across the street of life. "Will his works bear weight on the eternal scale? Will he claim the name of Christ Jesus as Savior?"

She drives by, and begins to ponder the worth of life. She is a girl who loves. She begins to wonder though, “what is it really worth.” Life is so short, and she has only begun to influence the lives of a few. She wonders if her life really is of lasting significance. She has known in her heart that God is God and she is saved by the blood of the Lamb. She turns left at the long stop light. Her heavy blonde hair gently sways as her body moves with the car. The girl is just a girl. She has just a life to live. Yet, a hopeful smile graces her lips as she thinks to herself, "Even if I die tomorrow, and my influence remains microscopic in the sight of the world at large, that's ok. Really, the only thing I do that is of any value is bring glory and honor to Jehovah the Living God." The smile only grew as she thought about how simple her task on earth really is. She has just a life to live for her God. She just needs to abide in Him and His Word, and she will be fulfilling her purpose on this earth.

As she entered the coffee shop she her smile fell. The man behind the laptop glanced up at her, he was prolly waiting for someone else, she thought. The makeup masked woman sitting in the black leather chair looked away in disinterest and boredom. The girl wanted to climb atop a sturdy table and begin tell them of the goodness life could hold. She wanted to urgently proclaim the necessity of their bowing before the Lamb. She wished she could take the time to assure their hearts.

Friends, life is too short to be concerned about what the world thinks of us. We have just a life to live, and our purpose should so permeate our every action, that the men and women who see us, if nothing else, begin to wish that they knew the answers the thousands of questions whirling around in their heads, because they see peace in our smile and countenance.

The girl got back in her car. She drove away. She will most likely never again see the man behind the laptop, or the disinterested woman sitting the black chair. The thought crossed her mind as she was turning left again at the stop light, "they will be there on the last day. The man won't have his laptop, the woman won't look disinterested, and the little boy will be there too."

She was right. They will answer before our Maker, along with the girl. The thought brought tired tears to her blue eyes. She has just a life to live. She will live it, and she will please Him. She will not change the world, but if she herself only changes to be more and more like Him, then she will live the life that is meant for her to live.

posted by Becca @ 8:25 PM