I have a love hate relationships with definitions. I love the fact that things can be described in a sentence, but then I don’t think they can. Take the word JOY for instance. It is defined as a feeling of great pleasure and happiness. Isn’t joy so much more then that? Doesn’t it bubble out of your heart when you taste a chocolate chip cookie straight out of the oven? My Mama brought me some today, bless her heart. When you see people find love. How about when you smell the air after it just rained. When you realize that it’s Friday, and even better when it’s a long weekend. When you laugh from the depths within until you cry tears of happiness. When people get real. When God surprises you with something that you never expected to happen. When you see old people still in love. When you dance and let loose, and don’t have a care in the world. I find joy in the small things, things that people often pass up.
We went to the fireworks tonight to celebrate Canada day, Happy birthday Canada by the way, you are getting old! We were sitting there watching the show and I was thinking how I didn’t want my life to be like a firework. Where there is one defining moment, before it all sizzles out. I want to leave a lasting impact on the people around me. May that be my family or my friends, cashiers or random people walking down the street. I want to shine with his love that people begin to question what I have and they don’t. I want to be his hands and feet to the needy, and also the rich. Because every single person needs to hear the gospel, regardless of how much money they have in their bank account. Money will never get them into the kingdom one day.
I am also realizing how fast life can pass us by and we let it. We can’t grab it by the hand and ask it to slow down, we have to catch up. There are so many missed opportunities in a day that I could have told somebody about Jesus and I didn’t because I had other errands to run. Places to be and people to see. I am learning how to take the time to listen to everybody who I come into contact with. Sometimes you need to step out and be brave. Put yourself out there and be undignified for Christ. Because he is worth it and everybody needs to hear and know that he loves them enough to die for them.
I am in a season of waiting, once again. I can very easily let this season pass without reaching out to others and loving like Christ. I don’t want to. I want to make every moment count, as much as I would love to be in KC right now, I am in Ontario. This is where God has me, and it’s where he is going to use me. I can hardly wait to see what else he has in store for me once again. He is good, no matter what. All of the time.
This blog post is once again a mumble jumble of a whole buncha different thoughts that are running though my head and I need to get them out. Sometimes I keep them to myself and just journal about it, but often I like to also share what I am learning with all you.
This is from the brain of Nat who should have gone to bed 3 hours ago.
Blessings + hugs,