"Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning it's shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."
-Hebrews 12:2

Thursday, March 18, 2010

restless.

Do you ever feel like maybe we're meant for more?

Maybe I'm just crazy. Or maybe I think too much. Or maybe not enough.

Isn't there more to life than just robotically going through life.I mean what really is the definition of living? A new day is more than just getting up to eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, go to work, eat supper, do homework ,and then go to bed..isn't it?

I don't think God wants us to just go through life motionlessly without any passion or goals. A new day...well it's a miracle really. As followers of Christ we're supposed to be a part of the Great Commission. Preaching truth to those who don't know It. Jesus has worked a miracle is us. His spirit is living within us. Shouldn't our joy and passion be busting out of us?

When was the last time you shared the Gospel?

I think that sometimes we are so sheltered. I know I am. We have "everything we could ever want" at the touch of our fingers. I think that sometimes we forget that all that matters is Jesus.

Recently I went to Peoria Rescue Ministries on an early Sunday morning with some dear friends of mine. We got there in our "Sunday best". (AKA: dresses and suits) I stepped out of the car and looked through the foggy air to see several men standing around. Some were dressed in nicer clothing, but the majority were in what we would call "rags". These were the people that were hungry for God's Word, and they didn't have any other place to go.

No Home. No Church.

We stood up and sang songs of praise to our Heavenly Father. These men, all of various different races and sizes, closed their eyes and sang.

We talked about miracles, prayers, end times, God's love. All sorts of amazing things.

It's funny how when you have nothing your perspective is so easily changed.

My friends were talking about how one of the men at the Mission called himself a "traveler". I immediately thought "oh he has no home and a great sense of humor". Nope, not necessarily the case.

This man traveled around the areas, to different states and various places, to preach the gospel. His sole purpose was to spread the Good News.

Now, I'm not saying we should just sell our house, car, and clothes and go live on the streets, I'm just saying I hope we can all live life with the right perspective.

"God, please give me YOUR perspective. Passion. Love. Joy. Help me to see through Your eyes. I love you. Amen."
xoxo.

Lizzie.

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