Last year I was on mission and needed to pack light. I picked one eyeshadow. On an average morning I explore the possibilities of what to wear, what color and look suits the day. Not on mission. Life is simpler because there is much to focus on and much at risk. Simple is the word for everyday. I’m thinking of a future move and am lightening the load. Today boxes were moved around so I can still get my car in the garage. Thank you Scott. Some of these steps require more muscles than I can muster. It is no real sacrifice to wear one eyeshadow. I read this yesterday in a Frontier’s account on the life of Greg Livingstone.
“Every time scripture is spread and applied, lives are changed. Every time a story of Christ is told, hope is shared. Every time someone is healed in the name of Jesus, the Lord is exalted.”
That’s what I’m talking about. This morning I awoke in Bothell, WA (not Prague) and talked with God about what He wanted me to do today. There are so many distractions, funerals, broken hips, and saddened, struggling people. Once in awhile I am that struggling person. There is no lack of people to care for. But we have our favorites. It is more fun to do things for the people closest to us – to be a blessing to our own families – especially grandchildren who will keep growing. That is good! Mission’s people have to miss some of that but I hope that in one of my morning conversations with God He will help me with how best to do those things. Still the conversation continues – please God, give me strength to serve and finish well. And if I don’t, please love me anyway. Today I open a drawer and there are several eyeshadows to select from.
