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ellanie playing along with "auntie kare". she loves it. i love that stinker. ;)

K.E.H.

Merry Christmas

run with me?

I was with a group of friends, and we were all in a circle talking and laughing. We were pretty much the only things that existed in our eyes. The things around us only mattered a little, like an old shirt matters only a little when you get a new one. Suddenly, by grace I was drawn away from myself and the others, to something magnificent. I could hardly see it through the haze of busy excitement around me. It looked quite small and insignificant, and very easy to ignore…yet I was being drawn toward it, I know not how or why. As I dared to step out of my comfortable circle of friends, it became a little brighter, like a faint lantern off in the distance on a snowy night slowly growing more vivid. I did not know what to do but come closer. As I did, I saw that it was a prize. Not a piece of medal or gold cup, but a man. He was stricken and bruised, crimson from blood, yet white as snow. He was shinning in the light, the most beautiful view I have ever seen. He was humble, yet looked like a king, everything about him declared power and majesty. His arms were open, and behind him, though I could not perceive it completely except for a ray of light, was heaven, a glorious view to behold. As I gazed forward, I did not realize where I was standing until I looked down. I had begun to tread on a path that was rocky and hard, it was a path of toil and pain. To my dismay, it was the only way to this glory. I wanted to turn back immediately and get off the treacherous path and sprint the opposite way where it was easy and looked nice. I wanted to join my friends again and laugh about the easy things. Yet I cannot, even though the hard path stares cold, raw, and evilly at me, that glimpse of glory is tugging at my heart, and I want to run after it, to run towards the goal---Christ’s glory. As I look at my dear friends, I urge them to come too…


Run with me, towards the goal?


K.E.H.

"The path you take with your feet should never contradict the conviction of your heart."

J.H.

Soccer 2007

K.E.H.

How Wonderful

When you gaze at the stars,
Or the shining sea,
How glorious, how wonderful

When you receive a gift,
That you didn't expect,
Find a friend,
Or see the sunset,
How wonderful, how marvelous

When justice is done,
When mercy is lent,
How awesome, how wonderful

When children share,
When fathers love,
How beautiful, how precious

When you think of heaven,
When God whispers in your ear,
Telling you He's always there;
How mysterious, how beautiful, how wonderful.



K.E.H.