Cuz they'd fill the open air and leave teardrops everywhere You'd think me rude but I'd just stand and stare... -a relevant stanza from Owl City![]()
Written at Summit, from my journal:
Tonight, I took a walk in the dark and looked at the stars. Contentedness. Peace. Joy in looking up at the canopy of stars and the wonderful feeling I love of feeling so small and the even more delightful feeling of God being so BIG! I felt so excited, so calm, and so happy. I sat down by the lake, letting the sound of crickets and buzzing frogs and all that typical night stuff pour into my brain via ears. A cool breeze came off the lake. The dew had come out, already. I felt at ease. The moon was gorgeous reflecting on the lake.
Then, I saw it. A little blinker. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Slowly, but surely, this little girl- or was it a guy?- shone her light in the darkening evening. Blink. Blink…I watched as the firefly blinked for a long time- maybe 10 minutes. I never lost sight of him(-her-it?) as I looked around for others. But she- he- it was the only blinker out tonight. It made me feel kind of lonely. Wanting to find a mate…
At first glance, it appears the life purpose of fireflies is to mate. But it’s not. God created them to light up and adorn the darkness. No other flying bug has a chemical coding in them to make light. They mate the same way everyone else does. It’s the light that makes them unique.
That’s why he predestinated us to choose Him of our own freewill. To light up the dark, crooked, perverse nation around us. Our job is to find a life purpose bigger than marriage. It’s to find out why we’re here. Maybe we have no other purpose but to serve him. We aren’t lighting up the world around us to find a husband. We’re doing it for Christ. He’s all that’s worth living for.
But we get distracted. We start blinking for the wrong reasons. I have a neat thought every now and then. “Hey Lauralea, you’ve got no real prospects in sight!” Good grief! It goes downhill from there- daydreaming, losing sight of God, flirting with “Hot Dude Number A”… and then I realize I’m still waiting around, waving dust out of my face as my friends ride off into the sunset with their dudes.
Now I’m in the launch zone to life purpose, I wonder what direction to aim for? In other words; I have too many choices to aim for. I want to do SO much in say, 80 some years, 18 of which have already been spent. 62 left, if I’m blessed enough. Think about it. 62 more summers. 62 more winters. 62 more springs… when you break it down, not a lot. We make goals and plans; and we realize we have a little time to do it. Then we realize we’re too busy making the plans we actually accomplish nothing. We’re like that firefly. Blinking for… nobody at all, except ourselves. What am I living for?
My focus on life has changed today. Thanks to a firefly… and Jeff Myers.The world will keep turning, and I will keep living. Just because I’m not sure what to do doesn’t mean time will stop. It makes me think of Owl City’s Fireflies “I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly…” It doesn’t, if you know what I mean. That’s why we need to devote ourselves to growth, the gospel, and the great commission. Our time is short.
Still blinking, Lauralea
I love looking back at the times I was on spiritual super highs. It makes me learn things all over again, even when I thought I had them down.
There is always room for growth; in Christianity, you should never arrive. I am constantly changing and gaining new insight, learning something new, and becoming the someone that God wants and needs me to be. For example, I used to love being Baptist. Now I find it not completely in line with the Bible. Or the idea that skirts were modest. I went through a time where I would not wear skirts to now where I feel modest and feminine in them. Those are just some little examples I’ve seen as I’ve ‘grown up’.
Who are you blinking for?
Where are you headed?





Ranting and Judgment
There are some people in this world I may never understand. But light and dark don’t “coexist”, nor does one comprehend the other.
A little while ago, I hopped on my blog dashboard to do a check for comments, only to find some worked-up guy ranting and raving about everything on my blog. He cursed, he assumed, he judged, he called me Amish, called me lame, he accused, he gave me interesting reviews of all my links, asked me perhaps 40 questions. When I didn’t approve it, he commented again. And again. And again. I finally figured out how to block him, and my troubles were gone.
Then he came back.
Oh no.
(gulp)
scary!
He judged more people, tried different tactics, made outrageous remarks.
I reported him.
Suddenly, he just disappeared altogether and hasn’t bugged me for several days.
I’m not sure about you, but I have a problem with judging others. I hold people to my own standards and convictions, and when they don’t meet up, I try to make them see it my way. I usually don’t do it lovingly. My mom and I had a nice talk about it, and this made for a startling thought. I thought:
Am I just like this ranter?
Am I so concerned with trying to make people see things my way… I don’t care about doing it lovingly?
Am I ranting and raving more than I am edifying?
At first, I wanted to turn and run from my conscience. I didn’t like the idea of being like the harsh creeper guy. I knew I was in the wrong by being so blunt. While he was giving reviews of all my links, I was giving people reviews of their lives. And I did it again. And again. While he was cursing, I was blasting my opinion in hurtful ways. While he called me Amish (which was entertaining, I’d have to admit…), I was off labeling others as “idiotic” “weakminded” and “humanistic”. The startling thing, however, was this:
Did this guy’s ranting do anything?
No.
It made me laugh a little. I had to take action by finding nifty ways to get him out of my life. It made me cautious.
But for the wrong reasons.
Does my judging and bluntness do anything?
No. I realize now it may make others laugh a little at me and think to avoid me.
Suddenly, they might just disappear altogether.
The ultimate question is, am I filling others with hope… or am I some annoying little bug screaming in people’s ears?
Do I create hate or stir up a desire for Christ?
It challenges me to deepest level.