Challenger Pieces of a Miracle
Today in History Jan. 28, 1986 the Challenger lifted off from Cape Canaveral, Florida.
Seventy- three seconds, Christa McAuliffe had that time to live out a dream. She was a civilian, an ordinary person heading into space on the Challenger. People say, why? Why is it, that something so amazing can turn to disaster? We must not forget the events before the explosion. Christa had a wonderful family, she was a teacher and finally, she was chosen. See none of us are really ordinary, God chose to die for each of us. Trials will come and they will go. We will all be challenged, but don’t forget the many miracles and beautiful events before the storm. Maybe you can make a dream come true, for yourself or someone else? What can you do with seventy-three seconds?
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Pieces of His Miracles
Remember we are all in pieces and one day we will see His beautiful face and be made whole. Try not to forget the tiny miracles. We were created in His image, we are His miracles. Never forget all the pieces make us whole as long as we are going to Him for Direction. He will lead you, He will guide you and He will use you. Always remember His promises and make some dreams come true.
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Remember but Never Forget ~ God Is in Control
Never give up for you are chosen and you can go to Him in pieces. His love is forever and unconditional and HE will make you whole. They say it is important to live for the time in between, to focus on the dash and make it count. Sadly the world is so loud and we get caught up in routines and rituals. A cleaner house, a crazy schedule, a list of do's! We are so busy and yet what are we doing. What if you had just seventy-three seconds as the people on the challenger flight. How would you have wanted to spend the time in between? Would you have laughed more, played more, prayed more?
I hope we are not so overstimulated by the loudness of the world that we have regrets. This world is just a practice ground. We are all allowed an eternity. They say, "practice makes perfect." Maybe that is our problem, we're not perfect. No matter how hard we try or convince ourselves that we have it going on or all figured out, we will never meet the goal of perfection. How about we try to be human, real, admitting our imperfections and allowing other's their's. Who are we anyway other than people trying to live out our dash. Seventy-three seconds is a short time to get it right. We could just settle in for the ride of a lifetime and enjoy the moments. We could do our best to help one another and encourage those we meet along the way. We could pray unceasingly and focus on the hope and faith of what is to come.
I remember a time in my life when seventy-three seconds felt like a lifetime and when I thought about the time in between I was okay with what I saw, however, if I woke up this morning maybe I should put my focus on where I am going and not where I have been? Maybe I should all try to quiet the loudness of the world and focus on the grace given during our dash? Maybe I should care for other's as myself and focus on the destination. That is what I am going to try to do. I will not be perfect, but I will enjoy the time in between and seek other's lost and looking for their destination.