Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Repeat. Over and over again. The days don’t change. We can’t add a day or subtract any of them. All we can do is persevere. And some days it seems easy. Others we just don’t know how we can handle another week of the same life. But do we have a choice?
Before last week I didn’t really believe in goals. I didn’t believe that setting any would impact my life. Goals smoals. I wanted to be a stay at home mom. That’s all I really ever wanted. But how do you even go about accomplishing that goal? (Uhh….let me know if you come up with an answer because I sure as heck don’t have one.) There were literally no practical steps I could focus on to bring that goal to life. So each day was just another day. I didn’t really feel much motivation, or have anything in particular I wanted to achieve.
I WAS DEAD.
Until Jesus.
Being called to the World Race has woken something up inside of me. I FEEL ALIVE. I FEEL PASSIONATE. I AM ON FIRE FOR LIFE. ON FIRE FOR JESUS. I am no longer dead. It’s like a piece of me had fallen off the face of this earth and I didn’t even know it. Thankfully Jesus caught that piece of me and has brought me back to life.
I want to clarify, before I was called to the Race I wasn’t a sad panda. I didn’t mope around hating life. On the contrary, I was laughing and finding joy in the day to day. (Lybbi and I always have so much fun together. And I love her to pieces.) But something was missing. And it had been for awhile. You see, even when I went to college my heart wasn’t really in it. I changed my major three times because I was so confused as to what I was supposed to do with my life. And until last week I still didn’t know. But now I do. Now I know that I wasn’t called to get my degree, I wasn’t called to be a farmer for forever, I wasn’t called to work at Redwood Heights for the next 10 years of my life, I wasn’t called to be a nanny for two years. I was called to be a missionary on the World Race. And if I hadn’t torn my ACL last year I may not have been in a place to obey the Lords call. Blessings really do come in disguise, we just have to unmask them. That moment has happened for me.
And I’m sad.
Sad because it took something big to open my eyes to the truth. How could I not realize that I was dead? The Lord was whispering that over me for awhile, I just couldn’t hear Him. Life kept getting in the way. Distractions, a goal that wasn’t from God, TV, Facebook. All the things.
I can now say that I believe goals can be life changing. Even if they are goals just for the day, the week, the year. When we have something to strive towards, there is a piece of us that comes alive. And as I prepare for the World Race, I will strive towards Jesus first and foremost. He is the treasure I am seeking. And treasure hunts are fun, especially when the prize is a God who loves beyond reason.
What are you striving after? Is there a part of you that has died and you didn’t know it? Ask Jesus to show you. HE WILL BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE. Because I didn’t know I was dead until Jesus brought me back to life.
