tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10908176.post111193928917093764..comments2011-02-14T09:12:56.286+00:00Comments on the waterfall life: much afraidbeth smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12048412304250208345noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10908176.post-1112098167363049922005-03-29T12:09:00.000+00:002005-03-29T12:09:00.000+00:00I like what you said. I feel the same - but still...I like what you said. I feel the same - but still find I'm believeing in the grassy sunshine joy, holding on to it, hoping for it, knowing it will be here again one day - glimpses on earth and fully in heaven. You know the uphill rocky climb - that's what were are really doing. Don't want to miss out on that either, don't want to sit out on the ledge and not even try finishing this journey. Good one brother. Thanks for being so true.beth smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12048412304250208345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10908176.post-1112047308771275832005-03-28T22:01:00.001+00:002005-03-28T22:01:00.001+00:00Strange how I was listening to Jars of Clay for th...Strange how I was listening to Jars of Clay for the first time in years while I read your blog and suddenly you quoted them. Eerie...that’s what it is. It made me pay more attention I guess. <BR/><BR/>I used to imagine life as me running at full speed through grassy fields in the sunshine, with Jesus, laughing and smiling till we reached the top of the hill. Now I feel like my feet are tied together, i keep falling over and often resort to crawling, the hill is actually a mountain, the grass seems to have withered and Jesus in actual fact is already at the top.<BR/>Reality of adulthood perhaps. I don't know. But at least I can hear Him cheering me on from up there. And so I crawl on.allanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15846294755401240719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10908176.post-1112047299530013792005-03-28T22:01:00.000+00:002005-03-28T22:01:00.000+00:00Strange how I was listening to Jars of Clay for th...Strange how I was listening to Jars of Clay for the first time in years while I read your blog and suddenly you quoted them. Eerie...that’s what it is. It made me pay more attention I guess. <BR/><BR/>I used to imagine life as me running at full speed through grassy fields in the sunshine, with Jesus, laughing and smiling till we reached the top of the hill. Now I feel like my feet are tied together, i keep falling over and often resort to crawling, the hill is actually a mountain, the grass seems to have withered and Jesus in actual fact is already at the top.<BR/>Reality of adulthood perhaps. I don't know. But at least I can hear Him cheering me on from up there. And so I crawl on.allanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15846294755401240719noreply@blogger.com