After a year of no posts on one of my blogs, it was time to delete it from my blog list. The only challenge was that it was a record of the two previous years. Probably very few people ever saw it, but it recorded the happenings of some significant changes in a church. Gone . . . with a click of the mouse.
"Nope, we don't want it, " was the leader's reply. Didn't have a clue of what was on it, but sometimes that's what happens with changes. The past is forgotten; the hidden things remain hidden. My heart smiles though, because I know God has not forgotten.
He remembers the hours of labor and sweat. He remembers the tedious way decisionmakers toiled to make the best selections. He smiles recalling members of the greater Body of Christ came to invest their time and talents into various projects. The work would have never been completed without those precious laborers; intergenerational workers came to bless. He continues to grow them and encourage them.
Thank you, Father, for all who touched those several years. May we always remember what teamwork looked like and how a job well done felt.
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