In Three Short Paragraphs

That’s how long it took me to update a friend from High School about my life since last seeing her in 1984. Three short paragraphs. I don’t know how I feel about that.

One paragraph told her of my whereabouts after High School.
The next told her of my marriage.
The last paragraph about my children and where I currently live.

That’s it – three short paragraphs.

If I wanted to be philosophical about it, I’d think the last 26 years was all a bust. In 26 years I only accomplished three paragraphs of significant life experience to share with a long lost friend. How pitiful.

If I wanted to be humble, I’d say in false humility I was just too humble to share all the really significant things that the last 26 years brought my way. I’ve done this and that but why toot my own horn?

If I wanted to be a legalist I’d say I missed my opportunity to tell her about the greatest passion of my life – God. I should have taken as much or more space telling her about how good God is and has been in my life and try to persuade her that God is worthy to be obeyed.

However, I am still perplexed by the simplicity of my three short paragraphs. One day, three short paragraphs will also be the extent of what someone uses to describe my lifetime in an obituary. Not to be morbid, but it’s true. Life is short. Man withers and fades like the grass.

Then I look to Jesus. When I look to Jesus, I see the simplicity of my life. It really doesn’t matter how many paragraphs it takes neither for me to describe my life up to this point … nor for the rest of my life. It’s not me who does anything good or right or awe inspiring or amazing … it’s Jesus in me. The more I know Jesus, the less I want to see Christina Elledge shining through. I know God has given me talents and abilities that are unique to me. However, he gave me those to point others toward him. If I do anything less, it’s a bust.

Feeling humble and small because of awesome and Mighty Father,
Christina