What in the world is moving my
hands and feet every morning when I wake up and taking them into unchartered territory,
what pushes past the language barrier to bring across clear points and
communication. How am I able to find overwhelming and at times, inexpressible
joy, with the undesirable circumstances of each day? How many signs do I need
before I finally accept?
Am I
still waiting to be woken up and God to appear before me or have I finally
decided to have faith that moves the mountains of Ecuador? Is there an identity
waiting for me at the end of a yellow brick road? Have I been standing on the
shore and am I just contemplating diving in?
Do I truly
give within my means? Do I have anything
figured out beyond these 11 months, do I have anything figured out beyond
today? Did I wake up this morning and realize that I am not promised tomorrow,
or even the next moment? Do I thank God that gravity holds me down and that I
am able to see the sunrise every 24 hours? Have I thanked God for the beautiful
shades of colors in the sunset. Do I
constantly thank God for the favor He has placed in my life. Have I started
taking the miracles that He performs in my life for granted?
Do I
become complacent with where I am at? Am I asking easy questions or am I asking
the hard ones? What good does 20/20 vision do, if I am blind to what God is
trying to show me? Do I give up too easily or do I fight long and hard? If I
yelled really loud at this moment to praise God, would I be too concerned with
what others thought? Do I seek recognition from Christ or recognition from
others?
What am
I passionate about? What would I be willing to give up for Christ at this
moment and what would I struggle holding onto? What areas in my life am I still
trying to control and what does complete surrender look like? Do I know what
the action of being radical truly entitles? Am I willing to deny my flesh to
satisfy the spirit?
Am I
wearing layers or is the core brilliantly visible? Am I still running from
things of the past or am I facing them head on? Am I choosing joy every day or
do I allow my circumstances affect my attitude? Do I want to be challenged or
do I want to be left where I am at? Did I come on the race for myself or did I
do it to seek Christ? Do I want to live a safe life or do I want to live a
dangerous one?
Am I really willing?
This is where I will be spending saturday. The garbage dump near portoviejo, where families live within the compound and men and women dig through the trash to find items to sell and make an income. After spending last saturday there, it is hard knowing that I must learn to put a smile on my face and act as though I am not phased by the smell. The fact is, many of them have sercombe to a generational pattern, not quite acknowledging all our Savior may have for them. I am humbled by the people who choose to go to these areas every saturday and reach out to the entire community, God cries out for all His children, He never said leave behind some behind because of where they come from. We all come from a place where our sins were to God, as this garbage dump is to us, but thank you Jesus for coming and restoring.
