Yesterday my extended family opened and read 10 year predictions we had made in early 2000 (we were a year late in getting to them). Writing long-range predictions can be fun, but it's a bit dangerous too. This was the second time (at least to my knowledge) that the family has done something like this, and the second time that one of the participants passed away during that decade. We all missed Gramma as we heard her predictions read, but I at least found it more comforting than devastating. Her voice was clear in what she had written- a reminder of her hopes, dreams, and vision for her family.
Some of the things we said were funny- my cousin, 15 at the time- thought that we'd be able to buy whatever we wanted online and then simply pull it out of the computer:) I predicted that just about every older cousin would leave SE Michigan, except for myself! Some predictions were quite accurate- personal phone numbers, for example, while others were way off- the DOW at 60,000?
The whole process got me thinking- the what will happen of the next 10 years is not nearly as important as who we will become. I don't know where I will be in 10 years, or what I will be doing, or what the state of the country or the world will be. But I do hope, that no matter what the circumstances, we are each more like Jesus than we are today. As Peter reminds us in 1 Peter, we are all strangers and exiles in this land, we live for an existence and a glory that cannot be comprehended on this present earth.
Next month, for Chinese New Year, we'll gather and write new 10 year predictions. I don't know what is going to happen externally in my life, but I pray that whatever it is, it makes and molds me into the woman of God that he wants me to be, that in 10 years I am more patient, more kind, more loving, more gentle, more faithful, more worshipful than I am today.
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