In the months between training camp and going on the World Race, one thought kept tugging at my mind: the thought of just living versus being fully alive.
While at training camp, D squad 3rd generation (the D squad before mine) came and prayed words over us and told us to hold on to one of those words for our race. The word that stuck out to me was “fully alive” and it continued to stick with me for the next month and a half.
I was constantly wondering what it meant to be fully alive. There I was, living my life, but it felt so much like I was just going through the motions, walking through the comfortable places I knew well. Like sleeping late, going to target, hanging out with my family, etc.
Today, I sit in Mozambique, far away from my comfortable places, again thinking about what it means to be fully alive.
I’m surrounded by young men who are learning to become men of God at our ministry for the month: Beacon of Hope. We are here to serve them by teaching them English, as well as other important classes like Bible and Math.
But I already feel as though I will learn more from them then they will ever realize.
I already see how they serve each other, how they patient and kind they are when I attempt to speak portuguese with them, how hard they work each and everyday, and, especially how they love the Lord so much.
I have come to realize in my many wonderings that being fully alive really means taking up your cross each and everyday and saying “Lord, give me whatever you have for me today, and let me be filled with joy no matter what it is.”
These young men have joy. And I can’t wait to see how getting to know them will bring me closer to this idea of being fully alive in Christ.
