What Really Matters Anyway?

You didn't' store up treasure here on this earth. You weren't here long enough.
The things of this earth didn't matter to you.

You were just beginning the journey.

You were meant for heaven. 

There are not boxes of life to go through.
You were busy living when you were called home.

Your future looming. 

You worked hard on this earth. But what you have left is treasure in heaven.
And a harvest of righteousness here on this earth.

You weren't perfect and your, walk often a struggle.
Yet, the fruit you have left in your death is a beautiful thing.
I long to know what to learn from this. 
Is it God's kingdom I long for?
Or am I too settled here on this earth.
My son dances on the streets of Gold,
 He is where we long to be.
How will this affect how I live today.
What do I count as value?

Do our lives reflect what is important to us?  Or what is important to God.
Because these are important questions.
What we spend our time with and put our energy into, is what we deem important.
How will my life count? How will I make a difference in this world?
As I take my grief and persevere through, these are the things I ponder.
These are the lessons I do not want to miss.
So, while my heart may ache and I stumble through this life.
I want to make it count for what really matters.

Matthew 6:19-21
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20 But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

Besides Christ, One of my greatest treasures is in heaven. 

And that is where my heart is. 

This song is for my farmer.(aka Cootie Boy)

 Honey here is bluegrass gospel just the way you like it. 

Listen to that bango. 

There's a treasure in heaven, waiting there for me. 

Riches far beyond measure. . .

Saints will be there to join us. . .

Oh, how we miss you Elijah.