Notes

I keep a box of notes and cards

Notes others have give me

Cards they have sent

Words of encouragement

Messages of thanks

They go back

into

the 

1970's

This evening I opened the box

and roamed through history

It's a history of lives

that our lives

have 

touched

It was encouraging

It refreshed me

In those cards were names

of people I don't even remember

but they describe

how

we 

encouraged them

and

helped them

and 

made it easier

to bear their struggles

That old cardboard box 

is rich with jewels and precious treasures

Not treasures of worth to anyone else

but

of great worth to me

I imagine the Bema will be like that

A day when we will discover 
the many lives our lives have touched

A day when we say over and over again, 

"Wow!  I never knew!"

A day when we all rejoice in what God did with those moments

when we asked him, 

"Lord, would you use my life today?"

Most of us never see the fruit

but there is always fruit when God is at work

One day we will open a box on the riches and lives we have touched and proclaim,

"Wow, Lord, I never knew!  

Thank you for using my life for your kingdom!"