"We lift our eyes to heaven and we wrap our lives around Your life..."
Can it not get any better than this? This is what we should be striving for. How is it then, that we get so 'sidetracked' with this so called life? Is the reality of hell not enough to scare us into saving the lost? As I sit here in my office this afternoon, with a moment of peace and quiet (finally, and may it not last too long or be to short) I finally realized that I should be mourning the lost, literally mourning the lost. We all should. So I asked myself, do I? Do I really care that these children I am called to serve and seek, do I mourn for EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM? Even through the pain and the hurt, do I mourn for them? Through the struggles that I am facing, do I love them as Christ loves me? Obviously I have been struggling with a lot of questions. This summer is nothing like last summer. Conflict after conflict. Argument after argument. Battle after battle. Struggle after struggle. Spiritual demon after spiritual demon.
I found myself looking at Chelsea Westwood's facebook. Trying somehow, someway to convince myself that she had just given up facebook because it is such a distraction to us all. Chelsea is not someone I need to be mourning for, it is the children that sit around, infront of, and beside me at night when I 'supervise' the team that is currently in. Do I mourn for them as I did for Chelsea? No. Quite honestly and boldly, NO. I think about it, but I don't mourn for it. I pray now, that the only thing I strive for is that every person I come into contact with gets to know Christ on the level I have been able to know Him at and even greater. So this week as I prepare for Lakeside to come in (praise Jesus!!!) I pray that I will have a convicted heart for every child I come into contact with, and that the Lord will give me the words, the right words to speak to them.
I contemplated a long time if I should share how I am feeling with all of you. I came to the conclusion that I would be fake if I didn't share my stuggles with you. Homesickness is the worse feeling, especially here, especially for me. This summer is going to be a continuous struggle for me to get through, when all I want to do is go home and see all of my friends and family. PUSH. Pray Until Something Happens. We as Christians a lot of the times seem to put on the front that we always have it ALL together. We, out of anyone, out of any group of people, should be saying, WE NEVER HAVE IT TOGETHER, nor will we ever. That is where Jesus comes in. We are made clean, restored, renewed in Christ. Because He came to save me, to save you. I need God, we need God. He came as one of us and died THE MOST humiliating death.
As I just looked to see how cold it was here in Northern Ireland, it's finally back to normal weather, a fantastic high of 55 and a low of 47, which we're only one degree off of that right now. Oh and might I mention the rain, of course it rains here!
Freedom. By the blood of Christ. We are free. We are loved. We are enough, just in who we are. Christ didn't want us any other way. Broken and miserable is a perfect way to come to someone who can make you whole and happy. And only in Him can that be found.
So the next time you're standing in line and the person behind you starts conversation or vice versa, look at them straight in the eye and think, if I don't witness to this person or start some type of a relationship, this person might go to hell and the blood will be upon my shoulders. (Ezekiel 3:18,19)
Can it not get any better than this? This is what we should be striving for. How is it then, that we get so 'sidetracked' with this so called life? Is the reality of hell not enough to scare us into saving the lost? As I sit here in my office this afternoon, with a moment of peace and quiet (finally, and may it not last too long or be to short) I finally realized that I should be mourning the lost, literally mourning the lost. We all should. So I asked myself, do I? Do I really care that these children I am called to serve and seek, do I mourn for EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM? Even through the pain and the hurt, do I mourn for them? Through the struggles that I am facing, do I love them as Christ loves me? Obviously I have been struggling with a lot of questions. This summer is nothing like last summer. Conflict after conflict. Argument after argument. Battle after battle. Struggle after struggle. Spiritual demon after spiritual demon.
I found myself looking at Chelsea Westwood's facebook. Trying somehow, someway to convince myself that she had just given up facebook because it is such a distraction to us all. Chelsea is not someone I need to be mourning for, it is the children that sit around, infront of, and beside me at night when I 'supervise' the team that is currently in. Do I mourn for them as I did for Chelsea? No. Quite honestly and boldly, NO. I think about it, but I don't mourn for it. I pray now, that the only thing I strive for is that every person I come into contact with gets to know Christ on the level I have been able to know Him at and even greater. So this week as I prepare for Lakeside to come in (praise Jesus!!!) I pray that I will have a convicted heart for every child I come into contact with, and that the Lord will give me the words, the right words to speak to them.
I contemplated a long time if I should share how I am feeling with all of you. I came to the conclusion that I would be fake if I didn't share my stuggles with you. Homesickness is the worse feeling, especially here, especially for me. This summer is going to be a continuous struggle for me to get through, when all I want to do is go home and see all of my friends and family. PUSH. Pray Until Something Happens. We as Christians a lot of the times seem to put on the front that we always have it ALL together. We, out of anyone, out of any group of people, should be saying, WE NEVER HAVE IT TOGETHER, nor will we ever. That is where Jesus comes in. We are made clean, restored, renewed in Christ. Because He came to save me, to save you. I need God, we need God. He came as one of us and died THE MOST humiliating death.
As I just looked to see how cold it was here in Northern Ireland, it's finally back to normal weather, a fantastic high of 55 and a low of 47, which we're only one degree off of that right now. Oh and might I mention the rain, of course it rains here!
Freedom. By the blood of Christ. We are free. We are loved. We are enough, just in who we are. Christ didn't want us any other way. Broken and miserable is a perfect way to come to someone who can make you whole and happy. And only in Him can that be found.
So the next time you're standing in line and the person behind you starts conversation or vice versa, look at them straight in the eye and think, if I don't witness to this person or start some type of a relationship, this person might go to hell and the blood will be upon my shoulders. (Ezekiel 3:18,19)
