Ten days later and we're still finding pieces of confetti from Fasching around the house. We've swept and vacuumed several times and still find them in the laundry, on the floor, in our hair, etc. It's almost like they're reproducing or something. Fasching has come and gone but those little bits of paper are constantly reminding us of the occasion. This has been thinking, hence the
quick thought: What am I sprinkling in the lives of those I come into contact with? What do I leave behind when I'm gone. You could postulate this out on a generational basis, what about my kids, my grand kids and so on, but for simplicity's sake, let's just consider today. As I walk through my daily life, taxis, supermarket, classroom, pub, yoga class, living room, or wherever, what am I leaving behind in the lives of those I brush up against. By God's grace, it's good, it's right, it's salt, it's light...it's little bits of Jesus. Goodness, I've got some work to do.
