This past week the Father has been bringing me home. Back to my roots. Back to the basics. To the beauty and simplicity that is a life with Jesus.
In the backseat of our host families truck- looking out the window as the magnificent Thai mountains and people on the street zip by. He reminded me of this.
“How lucky are we to even know Jesus. To be born in the country we were born in. To have the churches that we do. To have the christian community so prominent and accessible. That is such a gift. SO frequently we don’t even realize it. To call home a place where christianity is alive. Where it’s bold. Where it’s allowed. Where the majority of people not only have heard of who Jesus is- but choose to follow Him.”
That is simply not how it is everywhere else. Outside of our homeland. Outside of the great USA. People are born. People grow up. Live their lives. And die. All without once even hearing the name of Jesus. Without even having the chance to choose HIm.
This floored me. It brought me to my knees. He gifted each and everyone of us before we even knew it. He planted us in a land where Jesus is known. Where we would know Him. Encounter Him. And bloom.
It could have been us. Born in a remote hill tribe of northern Thailand. Having gone our whole lives on this earth without experiencing the sweetness that is Jesus Christ our savior.
He is the biggest blessing. The sweetest gift giver. The best gift I’ve ever received. A life with Jesus. A life lived for Him. He is so worth it. Daily I realize my life has been rigged for the glory of the Kingdom– and I could not be more humbled.
The only explanation I can think of is I’ve won the lottery. We all have.
He is love.
He has all my love.
Life truly is simple with Him.
Dive in.
ps– merry christmas to all my people. i miss you dearly.
