.today is one of those days.
.this week has been one of those weeks.
Sitting here in a Romanian guest house, clothed in the warmest sweater I own, combined with multiple layers of pants and chunky knit socks in a vain attempt to stave off the cold, I’m confronted face-on (again) with the wide range of emotions that surrounds me.
Two years ago, the Lord gave me a choice. And this is what I chose:
.the heights and the depths.
.never the safe, cautious middle way.
NEVER THE SAFE, CAUTIOUS MIDDLE WAY!
I choose the heights and the depths.
I choose the heights of walking with the Lord & the depths of living in this broken world.
.the heights and the depths.
Inexpressible joy. Indescribable sorrow.
I have never regretted my choice. I have been blessed beyond measure because of heightened emotion. Yet, at times, it is tempting to sneak a glimpse over to the other side—to see how those in the other camp are getting by. Thoughts gather in my mind…thoughts of ease and comfort…thoughts of flight…thoughts of self-protection.
And, each time my mind wanders, the reminder comes.
I was made for the heights and the depths.
I was made to smile in delight at the simple sight of a little girl twirling in her dress.
I was made to brokenly weep over the beggar sitting on the curb—holding her hand out with downcast eyes.
To laugh joyously at the wind and sunshine upon my face.
To desperately cry over those who do not know Jesus as Savior.
For my heart to be overflowing with gladness because of prayers offered in faith.
And for my body to physically feel the pain of others.
.the heights and the depths.
I choose to stay. I choose to embrace.
.today is one of those days.
.today, once again, I choose the heights and the depths.
