What to do...What to do.
This entry isn't some big encouraging entry, or some lesson I'm learning, but really just sharing where I am at. Sometimes I just need to let it out...and I've shared bits and pieces with a lot of people, but haven't really sat down and organized it. So here it is.
For the most part, I love my life and where it is at. I love being a teacher and investing in children, especially children from broken homes and ones that have very rough backgrounds. I love volunteering in the prison and sharing Christ with inmates. I love doing service projects, I love praying with people, and I love serving meals to the homeless. I love visiting sick/dying people in the hospitals, and I love serving and encouraging others.
But I also love singing and leading worship...I love preaching the Word and sharing what Christ is doing in my life and the lives of those around me...I love telling people about Jesus and praying with them to receive Him.
I feel most at home on the mission field...and yes, everyday of life is a mission field if you open your eyes to it, but there is something that is transformed in my heart by going and doing...and not only foreign missions, but domestic as well. There is something about having every moment of your day built around leading others to Christ...something about having to count on Him to come through all the time...something about leaving "life" behind and following the Great Commission...something about it.
I feel like I'm supposed to be doing a lot more of these things...in my heart of hearts, I know I was made to do these things...I was made to do VBS, to cradle AIDS babies, to pray for dying and malnourished children, to love broken and forgotten people...to help rescue trafficking victims...I could go on and on. Impoverished people, drug addicts, abused & neglected children & teens...
So that's it. All those things in my heart, and when I'm on a missions trip its like a breath of oxygen...and much of the rest of life can feel devoid of it, even though my life is very rich and ful of wonderful things. Is this even making any sense? Probably not. Thought it would be fantastic if someone actually got this. :) I know it's weird, and I should have that many passions, but I just do. I can't rank one above the other-they are just all really important.
I don't know where all this goes from here. I feel a change is coming in life, but have no idea what it is even about. I just have this sense. I guess it is time to pray and wait on the Lord. I always get nervous and think I'm going to miss Him. :) I have a great deal of school debt that makes going straight to the mission field a no go right now. But God knows...
So that is what is rolling around my head tonight, and probably for the rest of summer. Wise words welcome!
For the most part, I love my life and where it is at. I love being a teacher and investing in children, especially children from broken homes and ones that have very rough backgrounds. I love volunteering in the prison and sharing Christ with inmates. I love doing service projects, I love praying with people, and I love serving meals to the homeless. I love visiting sick/dying people in the hospitals, and I love serving and encouraging others.
But I also love singing and leading worship...I love preaching the Word and sharing what Christ is doing in my life and the lives of those around me...I love telling people about Jesus and praying with them to receive Him.
I feel most at home on the mission field...and yes, everyday of life is a mission field if you open your eyes to it, but there is something that is transformed in my heart by going and doing...and not only foreign missions, but domestic as well. There is something about having every moment of your day built around leading others to Christ...something about having to count on Him to come through all the time...something about leaving "life" behind and following the Great Commission...something about it.
I feel like I'm supposed to be doing a lot more of these things...in my heart of hearts, I know I was made to do these things...I was made to do VBS, to cradle AIDS babies, to pray for dying and malnourished children, to love broken and forgotten people...to help rescue trafficking victims...I could go on and on. Impoverished people, drug addicts, abused & neglected children & teens...
So that's it. All those things in my heart, and when I'm on a missions trip its like a breath of oxygen...and much of the rest of life can feel devoid of it, even though my life is very rich and ful of wonderful things. Is this even making any sense? Probably not. Thought it would be fantastic if someone actually got this. :) I know it's weird, and I should have that many passions, but I just do. I can't rank one above the other-they are just all really important.
I don't know where all this goes from here. I feel a change is coming in life, but have no idea what it is even about. I just have this sense. I guess it is time to pray and wait on the Lord. I always get nervous and think I'm going to miss Him. :) I have a great deal of school debt that makes going straight to the mission field a no go right now. But God knows...
So that is what is rolling around my head tonight, and probably for the rest of summer. Wise words welcome!
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