Wherever I am, no matter the circumstances I find myself in, I will…
Bring kingdom by communicating dignity that is found solely in Christ, whatever way the Lord leads, whether it’s through words, a hug, sitting in silence or painting a picture.
Whoever is around me, no matter how I feel, I will…
Operate in the gift of mercy and servanthood because that is the flavor of the Kingdom I have been given to pour out.
Whatever time of day (even if I didn’t have any coffee this morning), no matter the cost, I will…
Lead by example by walking in dignity and victory to bring others to the same place.
That is my mission. That is my vision. That is my unwavering purpose.
Recently, I have made it a habit to ask the Lord what that mission looks like to Him each day.
Sometimes it’s as simple as pushing a child on a fabric tree swing.
Sometimes it’s as difficult as preaching a sermon.
When we pulled up to the children’s home we would stay for the next three days, I was excited to see that there was already a little boy and 2 little girls sitting outside. Then, I was surprised because I knew that their only day off school was Sunday.
Suddenly I realized, they don’t go to school.
Later I found out that the boy was playing hooky but the girls… the young village girls… they didn’t go to school. For one reason or another, they could not be empowered through education. Knowing that hurt me to the core of my being.
I couldn’t give them the opportunity to go to school right then and there but I knew I had to love them and give them dignity somehow.
In that instance, my mission looked like exchanging funny faces, playing tag and pushing the three of them on a tree swing made from torn Sari fabric.
It wasn’t overtly helpful. It didn’t fix anything.
It DID make them feel like someone saw them. It DID remind them that they were special if only for that moment. It DID let them know that they were loved and someone cared.
Nothing profound happened. Nothing right then and there. It was simply a memory.
Months ago, I would’ve whined and complained and wished I was doing something truly productive. I would have wanted something tangible I could go back and tell people about.
This month, I was overjoyed that He chose me to fulfill His mission like that because that way I couldn’t take any of the credit. That way, when they do amazing things for God later in life, it was clearly all Him. No trace of me will be found in their success.
I pray that whenever they pull that memory out, they don’t remember my name. In fact, I hope they forget everything about who I was or what I looked like.
I hope they only remembered the presence they felt deep inside their hearts. I hope they only remember how much I love Jesus.
I challenge you also, to ask the Lord what your personal mission statement is. Ask Him each day what it means, what it looks like.
We are here on this earth to bring His kingdom. No one knows how to do that better than the King Himself.
What a joy it is to do the simple things!
What a relief it is to place on the responsibility on God!
How freeing it is to have someone else plan your day!
Thank God, He gets ALL the credit.
