As I worked through the struggle of leaving home, leaving my family, my friends, my loved ones, I did it with courage.
As I took a step into my heart, looking at the brokeness and prayed for healing and change, I did it with compassion.
As I wandered out into a new area, a place where I am foreign to, and something to leave me exposed, I did it with fearlessness.
As I greeted these people, some with with smiles, some with lines of sadness, I did it with open arms.
As I went out, putting my hands to work, breaking stone, tearing up weeds in the sun for hours, I did it with patience.
As I walked with children, sat with them, held them, laughed with them, loved them, I did it with care.
As I sat down with my beloved team, day by day, sharing our hopes, struggles, questions, dreams, and prayers, I did it with joy.
As I went to bed, as I woke up, and every chance I could pray, I did it with faithfullness.
Why? Because I know that through the same things, Christ did upon to me. He came to me, loved me, cared for me, was patient and kind when I did wrong, forgave me. He was happy with me, had faith in me and gave me strength when I needed it. He took me in, took my shame, took my sorrow away. He got up on the cross and died for me so that I may live to see another day and to flee from death. I did these things to further the kingdom in my Father’s name, to bring salvation to a hopeless generation, to bring peace to the stirred hearts, and love to the troubled souls. For I was once lost but now found, blind but now I can see.
