Take a look outside for minute. Find a window and stand before it. Pull up a chair and sit. Take in the moment. Find a spot where the wind moves. Find a tree and let it take you in.
I was sitting in my new home, in front of the north wall of windows; looking out at the backyard, the bare trees scattered amongst the pine trees still green with color, the slight references of home bringing me comfort.
This is what I heard.
Today I was blessed to be featured on the lovely blog, The Lipstick Gospel. Stephanie May is a beautiful soul with a matching heart that bursts with a childlike excitement for every day she is blessed to live a chapter in the story her Father is writing. Her words capture that innocent essence and complements it with a brilliant wisdom you can’t help but learn from. Hop on over to her blog and get to know her better. You’ll be glad you did.
At the end of July I ended a very life-changing 11 months of my life and I walked into a society that I felt was waiting for me to come back to the real world and do something practical, safe and financially secure. To finally get this romantic and “liberal” idea of traveling and helping people around the world out of my system and buckle down into the real grown-up world of 40 hour workdays and mortgages with the fancy car and nice house to seal the deal. I came back completely unsure of what to “do” with my life and even more confused of where my passions were hiding.
I’ve come to believe that the only thing that is going to make a difference, the only thing that’s going to change people is the love of Jesus. The pure, undying, unconditional and simple love of Jesus Christ.
But in order to give the love of Jesus, in order to show the way in which He loves; we have to become him, in every aspect. Which means we have to be rejected. We have to be hurt and mocked and scorned and torn down by the very people we are trying to love; the very people we are trying to help. We have to be rejected by the ones we are trying to save.
I’m pretty sure that following Jesus is pretty much the same as being a dog.
Just go with me on this one.
We’re born. Some of us into good homes, some of us into not so good homes. Maybe we’re sleeping on streets and digging in trash. Maybe we end up in the pound or given away for free if not a cheap sum. Perhaps we were blessed enough to be born into a good loving family. It’s hard to say.
the unscripted wing 