finally arrived home, to find that my father had already planned the week out for me. The past few days have been spent doing benevolence, passing out food packages, clothing, checking up on church building projects, and about a dozen other things that have taken up my time.
I got to see my niece and my nephew, they've grown.
Every time I come home nostalgia seems to wash over me. I remember my childhood with great clarity, the times my grandfather used to come home bruised and beaten by the secret police, the unannounced visits by the police who would ransack our home looking for Bibles, the apple orchard, the well in the front yard, all the things that make up the essence of who we are at the end of this life, the memories we hold onto, for better or worse.
This present life gets busy sometimes, we have responsibilities, bills to pay, porches to mend, fences to paint, children to raise, and we overlook or minimize the need for taking that precious time and making happy memories with those closest to us, family and friends, wives and husbands, children and grandchildren.
Since my Internet connection is intermittent at best, I will not make this post long, and I promise sometime this week before Christmas eve, I will carve out a niche of time and make a more substantial post.
The only thing worthy of note on my heart tonight, yes it's night time here, is to make the precious times with those you love, truly precious. Life passes so quickly, and we often don't notice that it has slipped away until we are far advanced in years, when the knees start to ache, and the joints get stiff. Life, even this present life, in this present generation, duplicitous and unloving as it may be, is a gift from God, one that we as children of God must value and appreciate.
Life's too short to hold grudges, or harbor ill feelings, to let bitterness stain our hearts, and stifle our spiritual growth. I don't know who this is for, but perhaps it's time to forgive, for you were once forgiven of far more grievous things than a misspoken word or perceived insult.
May you be blessed, and loved, and comforted. May the light of Christ shine in you and through you that the world might see His nature in all you are and all you do.
Until the next time I am able to get a connection, and have a few minutes to spare, God bless.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.