06/03/2026
Oh this so touched my heart today. More and more as I get older, I feel this way too.. about what really matters in the eternity of things. I think we need to read this every day!
Pastor Greg Locke
It’s been three breathtaking weeks since the homegoing of my son, and already I can sense the Lord quietly reshaping something deep in my soul. In this short time, I’ve noticed a subtle but profound shift in how I see the world and the people around me. What once felt urgent now often appears small. I find myself with far less patience for the silly fights, the online arguments, the petty disagreements, and the endless distractions that used to steal so much of my time and energy.
Life is too short, and eternity too real, to waste precious days on things that won’t matter when we stand before the Lord. I’ve come to see how easily we can pour ourselves into battles that feel important in the moment—whether it’s proving a point, winning a debate, or chasing temporary validation—only to realize later how little eternal weight they carry. Those things fade. They divide. They exhaust the spirit. And in the end, they leave us empty.
Instead, I’m learning to hold a deeper well of compassion—for the struggling, the angry, the confused, and even for those who lash out in pain. I’m choosing to listen longer before speaking, to respond with grace rather than rushing to be “right,” and to extend patience where I once offered judgment.
Compassion isn’t weakness; it’s strength forged in the fire of loss and surrender to Christ. It frees us to see people as image-bearers of God, not opponents to defeat.
Each day I continue to weep—sometimes in quiet moments alone, sometimes in the middle of ordinary tasks—as the weight of this fresh grief presses on my heart. These tears have become a holy tutor, humbling me in ways I never expected. They remind me how fragile I am, how dependent on God’s mercy, and how little I truly control.
In my brokenness, I see more clearly my own need for grace, and that awareness softens me toward others who are hurting too. Lord, have mercy on us all.
There’s incredible freedom in releasing the trivial battles. When we let them go, what remains is what truly lasts: loving God with all our heart, soul, and mind; loving our neighbors as ourselves; and walking humbly with our Savior while we still have breath. These are the things that echo into eternity. These are the investments that bear lasting fruit.
Even in these early weeks of grief, the Holy Spirit has a way of clarifying vision if we let Him. I’m grateful for the mercy that can turn even fresh sorrow into greater love and wisdom. May we all live with eyes fixed on what endures.
