I’ve been reading this little lady’s blog. It hits my soul each and every time. Her words help me put life into perspective. In other words; it’s awesome and so is she.
Her words have been deeper and deeper in the past few months. Words that make me think. That makes me refocus on what Jesus is really asking of me and for me.
I want to be Jesus’ hands and feet. I want to be the salt and the light. I want serve, live and lead the Word. And for a long time I thought that meant I needed to do something drastic. That I needed to be serving the church, to be surrounded by my brothers and sister in Christ. But then things didn’t seem to fit… I wanted more. I want to serve there, to be surrounded by the light of other Christians thirsting for His Word but I needed to find something else. So I read the Word, the blog, the books and I prayed. taking time to process it all, I’m concluding that God wants me to be all those things too. That’s what He’s asked of all of us. To be touched and to touch the broken, the lonely, the weak, the poor. But what I didn’t realize is that those people don’t just live in Africa. They aren’t just in the inner-city. As I take a good long look around, I realize they are here in the wealthiest county in Kansas.
The financially wealthy, but broken in spirit.
I'm surrounded by thousands of bronzed skin and bleached smiles. Broken homes and cigarette dreams. People hiding from their pain. Children lost in the shuffle. A county filled with shattered souls. Souls who give of their time and money but do so with empty spirits. I live in the burbs.
I can't ever be 100% sure that this is where I belong because my heart still longs for the inner-city, but I look just upstairs from our apartment and my heart longs to bring that family to Christ. To help those children know just how much their Heavenly Father loves them. To show them His love. And when I think about them, I'm reminded of that one other family... the one family who I can't seem to connect with because it seems appearances are very important to some... and I am determined to give them some Jesus... and then the other family... and then...
There's brokenness and sorrow and I know the secret to healing and joy.
So there you have it. My mission field. Right here. In my apartment complex. At the school. In my workplace. Where I live. My mission field. Your mission field.
Psalm 73:26
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