Every now and then I read something that kicks me in the bee-hind, stirs my heart and brings me to my knees. This week my bloggy friend Sarah posted a quote on her blog. Goodness—it hit the spot with me—that place that only God can move me.
Sometimes I’d like to ask God why he allows poverty, famine and injustice when He could do something about it. But I’m afraid God might ask me the same question.
Holy moley—is that the truth, or what! What about ME? Of course God can do it—He can do anything He wants to. He’s God. But what about ME? What am I doing about all of the above?
You know what the reminder (for me) is? I get soooo horribly wrapped up in my little life here on earth. I forget. I forget what happens beyond my four walls. I forget about the Sam and Esther’s of the world. I forget how to sacrifice myself for the sake of others. I get so absorbed in my reality, my hard times, my tough days—me, me, me!
I guess I’m either 100% in, or I’m out—if I’m out, He’ll use someone else to do the job. Oh how I would hate to miss out on the blessing of being used by the Almighty. God needs His servants, He needs His surrendered one’s. He needs MORE hands and feet in the world today. How far am I willing to go—just a little (where it is still nice and comfy), or the whole way (where I’m so far out of my boat, out of my comfort zone)—walking on the water to the place where I meet Jesus face to face?
“Here I am, Lord, send me”. Such a dangerous prayer to pray—but oh so worth it!
Me, me, me—time for less of me and so much more of Him. Just what exacty am I going to do about famine, poverty and injustice?
