after being on the mission field for 9 months i find myself getting wrapped up in trying to find “god moments” and i forget since god is everywhere that any moment can be a god moment. for instance last week at ministry we were able to pray for a go-go (swaswatti for grandma) who needed healing in her back. as we prayed her pain went away and next thing we know she’s walking around pain free…pretty incredible god moment. but i also experience god in little ways such as meg telling me she fought away a donkey who was eating my clothes off the fence at 6 am (you can’t make this stuff up) or having an impromptu dance party with my squad to some legit 90s pop. there will always be the obvious god moments of healings and miraculous signs but recognizing the small ones, like your teammate buying you chocolate when they’re in town because they know how much you love sweets, those are seemingly unimportant moments that you should want to remember. when people swoop in and make ordinary acts extraordinary moments of love.
i feel like when i look back on my race i will always remember the big moments that happened but i really don’t want to forget these small moments either. maybe i won’t remember every detail that happened but i’m not sure i’ll ever be able to forget how i felt in those moments. i probably won’t remember the full conversation that me and britt had hanging in hammock city one night here in swaziland but i’ll forever remember that it was a time of vulnerability and real life friendship that happened. it’s in those times where you are able to feel and give such pure, organic love that it would be hard to not consider it a “god moment”. but in all reality god is in every moment, whether we choose to see him there or not.
god has reminded me just how big he is. he’s so big that he can literally raise people from the dead. he’s so big that he can reveal himself in minute moments that are easy to miss if you’re not paying attention. he’s so big and yet he cares so much for such little things. he cares about the least of these, the people we drive by rolling our windows up as they beg for money. he cares about the outcasts, the people that we shy away from because they’re just a little different. he cares about the miserable. the angry. the perfectly okay. there isn’t a person that god doesn’t care for on such a deep level that he actually mourns when we mourn and rejoices when we rejoice. that’s something that i wish every person could know. that even in the midst of feeling completely isolated and alone that they are surrounded by a god who knows every detail about them. they’re surround by a god who knit them together in their mothers womb. a god who yearns for their attention and love in return. that’s why i’m out here though. that’s why i’ve been pushing myself these last 9 months so that people COULD come to know his love. whether that’s through me loving like jesus or the amazing redemption of my story that speaks to them.
that’s why i want to remember even the smallest god moments so i can soak in every aspect of his love for me. i want the love i give to be an overflow of jesus’ love he’s given to me and i want it to be so undeniably from jesus that it shakes people to the core and makes them want to know more about this love.
