Whether you believe you are going to a country where Christianity Is strictly prohibited or whether you are going to a country where Christians are known, but maybe the numbers aren’t where they need to be to carry God’s word, there is a whole spectrum of views and opinions in the middle. You don’t have to go far to do mission work, either.
My heart hurts so much. I’ve never felt this much grief over someone I didn’t know. I can’t place the grief, I can’t understand it. I can’t figure out how to get it to go away. I can’t figure out how to stop the tears and I don’t even know why I’m crying. My soul is broken. My soul is broken for the family he left behind, but my heart rejoices at his new home. Charlie understood (just as the disciples did) that there’s a risk…
I don’t even know where to turn my attention. It seems everywhere I look, something is broken. Wars in countries, floods, cancer. Israel is shooting missiles everywhere – everyone is shooting missiles at it. America is arrogant in her power. We are being washed away with floods. People are making ridiculous decisions and then the Lord is using others to bring HIS MESSAGE to the world.
It’s about a guy who is stuck on his roof in a floor and prays to God for help. A couple of different ways come by to help him – he declines them all, saying basically, “No, I’m good. God is going to help.” End of the story, he dies. He gets to Heaven and asks God, “Why didn’t you save me?”
I had to take Silas to lessons and offered to fill up the gas cans while I was out. I don’t know why I did. Moment of no brain, I guess. I can’t ever open those stupid gas cans. Went to fill them up, got so freaking MAD at how cold it was and I couldn’t feel my fingers that I put the gas cans back up, drove to Taco Bell and warmed up, got back out in the parking lot, unscrewed 3 of the 4 cans out of sheer anger and determination to not fail and then got even more blistered that I knew that meant I had to fill them up again.
Mine is more simple: Just talk to Jesus more – and be more willing to put the words on paper He wants me to share. Whatever that means – and however hard they are. Not everything needs to be shock and awe. It doesn’t need a cliffhanger or a climax. I’m not writing a murder mystery or telling a Sherlock story with some insane plot twist. I’m just talking to Jesus – and I’ll share that along the way.
In every moment, the devil has been present. Trying to muddy the waters and take away from the incredible work the team is doing. The lives that are being touched. The Gospel that is being shared to convert unbelievers into believers. To prevent those souls from knowing the love of
Right now, I take a LOT of stuff. Pills, powders, liquid extracts. I take things often every 3-4 hours depending on dosage or if I can mix it with something else I’m taking of whether it’s supposed to be taken with meals or without. It’s incredibly complicated. Enter, functional medicine.
It isn’t until Acts 9 that Jesus boomed over in a loud voice asking Saul while persecuting Him. Saul is blinded by the light in chapter 9 and remains blind for 3 days. In verse 17 of chapter 9, the scales from Saul’s eyes are removed and he is baptized. A few verses down, Saul begins to do the work Jesus has called him to do.
Trials come in life. Trials come in all shapes and sizes. If you’re in that spot where your spouse (or a friend or family member) is dealing with tough things, sickness, etc., talk about it. It’s okay to cry, yell, and ask questions like I did that suck and are hard and nasty to admit. Honor that time with yourself and with your relationships.
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Daily Thoughts and Meditations as we journey together with our Lord.
