SOME DAYS ARE DRY SPELLS.
Why am I even here? Why did I choose to agree to go on this crazy trip with people I don’t even know. Living with people I don’t get to choose. People who don’t try to understand me. People who are supposed to guide you, but then tear you down. People who don’t clean up after themselves or wash their dirty dishes. People who are selfish and people who don’t give a rat’s hat that I have feelings and opinions. People who think the world revolves around them.
Because it’s not about me. Whoa…it’s not about my comfort, not about my place in society, not about who likes me and who doesn’t, not about if I’d rather go to bed or clean up after my teammate, not about if I disagree with my ministry host, not about if I have no say in any plan, not about what I want. Me, me , me, me!!!!!
It’s not about me.
It’s all about that day my heart was changed. That day when I heard the word “go”. That moment where the creator of the world was so saddened that because this world was imperfect they could not be near Him SO He came to earth in flesh, made Himself relatable, humbled Himself, and died for me so I DO NOT HAVE TO SPENT ETERNITY IN DAMNATION. I can live FREE. I can live without shame. I can live without chains. I can kill my pride. I am here to share that. I am here to tell others that they can as well. I am here to minister and lead my team in that. I am here to pray for my ministry hosts and serve them, because I have been served. I am not here to create a new me, I am here to share who I am. Who I am because of who my Father is.
here is a poem written by my younger brother– it convicted my heart so much and helped me remember why I am here
