Moments.
Moments that stretch you until your breaking point.
Moments when you turn into a little child and weep before your Father in Heaven.
Moments when you realize your unquenchable thirst and voracious hunger for God are what feed you.
Moments when the God of the Universe writes you personal love letters each morning dawn.
And moments that pull you into a deep realization of the Father’s unconditional, inexorable, relentless and unescapable love.
This month were a series of love moments.
Love defined: Jesus.
Love is indispensable. 1 Corinthians: 13: “If I speak in tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or clanging cymbal. If I have a gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor or give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.”
In life there are moments of choice.
In my opinion, there are two main moments. Moments when you choose to act out of love, and moments when you don’t.
Jesus had a choice: live or die. He died so we could live. He loved so we could love. That is the purpose of life.
Love God with all your heart, with all of your mind and with all of your strength. Second, love your neighbour as you love yourself.
This month in Swaziland was brilliant and beautiful, and it was all about love, a relationship between the Father of Creation and His daughter.
Three teams were placed up in the mountains at El Shaddai Orphanage overlooking an indescribable view. Every morning I poured into 18 teenagers during Bible study and Easter skit practise where I wrote a script and directed. Every afternoon I worked in the vegetable garden for 4 heat incising and victorious hours. And every late afternoon I tutored and played with two precious little girls of El Shaddai. I wasn’t ready to leave. For the first time on the race I wasn’t ready to leave. I wasn’t ready to leave the view of the rolling hills and sunset skies. I wasn’t ready to leave my World Race community. And I wasn’t ready to leave the people I met there. My heart is broken because I wish I had more time. But a broken heart means I loved well, and I certainly was loved well back.
Those are the moments that last a lifetime.
