Why not me?
I have asked this question, or some version of it throughout my life. I think it started as a kid, when I wasn't allowed to do something, or go somewhere. When my older sisters were allowed to do something exceptionally wonderful, or my younger siblings were still young enough to participate in a certain coveted activity
Why not me?
I have asked this question when I watched people I love going through horrible, difficult things, yet my life was untouched. When friends hurt so badly and all I could do was offer my tears, hugs, and support. And when I faced situations to which there was no good answer.
Why not me?
I have asked this question when I watched other follow their dreams, travel the world, and share the gospel while I sat at home, learning to be content with local ministry. When I had unfulfilled longings and desires that seemed so good to me.
Why not me?
I have asked this question when I saw someone blessed, but not content with their blessings. When friends despised their life situations I craved so badly, and when my blessings would have been their desire.
Why not me?
I have asked this question when I read scriptures about people doing miracles, seeing God's power, and saving souls. When my life didn't display the power I see promised in the Word, and when I had compassion for people whose lives I wanted to impact.
Why not me?
I have asked this question in my prayers and journals as I seek God to use me in bigger, bolder, and more impacting ways. When I knew there was more and I wanted it. When I wanted healing hands and supernatural words for others.
Why not me?
Now it is a prayer, an anguished plea, a hungering desire. God, I see all this lack, pain, and darkness in the world. I see souls who need Jesus. I see heartache and bitterness and hopelessness. Who will go? Who will love them? Who will tell them about Jesus? Who will bind up their wounds and bring the salve of love to their broken souls? Who will set the captives free?
Why not me?
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Friday, July 26, 2013
On Magnet People....
"He's like one of my magnet people, ya know?"
She was trying to explain how well they got along. The description was perfect. The inexplicable attraction between two people, the automatic gravitation towards one another, the 'click'. Between some people friendship is just effortless.
These are the ones that you can laugh with. Gut wrenching, gasping, unladylike, snort-inducing laughs. And the ones you can cry with. Blubbering, makeup-smudging, nose dripping, ugly crying.
With these special souls one needn't explain one's sense of humor. It is difficult to feel annoyed with them, and their opinion is treasured... not easily disregarded. These people intuitively understand your soul, and can confront you to your core without destroying you.
A magnet person can question everything you ever believed in, yet somehow they are not questioning your faith. Their lives teach you how to love, how to grow, and how to admit failure and human need. These are the ones with which we can fearlessly share our dreams because they will be addressed with insight, cherished, and nurtured. Our thought processes don't need to be articulated, because they are followed.
When you find one of your magnet people, you are able to say more with a glance than most could be made to understand in an hour of fine oration. You are able to feel the condition of each other's hearts without words. I groups, magnet people tend to migrate towards one another. They enable those around them to feel at ease because of the comfort created by their friendship.
A couple wonderful times in life, we are gifted with magnet people. One walked into shift a bit ago, and we've been treasuring the few months that we'll have together.
She was trying to explain how well they got along. The description was perfect. The inexplicable attraction between two people, the automatic gravitation towards one another, the 'click'. Between some people friendship is just effortless.
Those people about whom you are always interested and with whom you always feel at ease. These rare gifts that come into your life at the most unexpected times. They nourish the soul, challenge the spirit, and refresh the mind. These are the ones who know how to be firm with you, but have the gentle graces necessary for you to really hear what they are saying.
These are the ones that you can laugh with. Gut wrenching, gasping, unladylike, snort-inducing laughs. And the ones you can cry with. Blubbering, makeup-smudging, nose dripping, ugly crying.
With these special souls one needn't explain one's sense of humor. It is difficult to feel annoyed with them, and their opinion is treasured... not easily disregarded. These people intuitively understand your soul, and can confront you to your core without destroying you.
A magnet person can question everything you ever believed in, yet somehow they are not questioning your faith. Their lives teach you how to love, how to grow, and how to admit failure and human need. These are the ones with which we can fearlessly share our dreams because they will be addressed with insight, cherished, and nurtured. Our thought processes don't need to be articulated, because they are followed.
When you find one of your magnet people, you are able to say more with a glance than most could be made to understand in an hour of fine oration. You are able to feel the condition of each other's hearts without words. I groups, magnet people tend to migrate towards one another. They enable those around them to feel at ease because of the comfort created by their friendship.
A couple wonderful times in life, we are gifted with magnet people. One walked into shift a bit ago, and we've been treasuring the few months that we'll have together.
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