I spend much of my time in prayer asking the Lord what He would have me do. I’ll pour out my heart to Him of all the desires I’ve had to “work” for Him. In my mind it’s as though I have not accomplished His will if what I am doing appears mundane. Greatness has always been in the back of my mind.
As a young woman I imagined I would be a missionary. I knew I wanted to live my life for God in a way that would be of service to the lost. I wanted to speak boldly for Him and bring many people into the kingdom from a “foreign” field. I concluded all that was worthy was somewhere else.
I read this today from Max Lucado:
When do we get our first clue that [Jesus] knows He is the Son of God? In the temple of Jerusalem. He is twelve years old. His parents are three days into the return trip to Nazareth, before they notice He is missing. They find Him in the temple studying with the leaders. . . .
As a young boy, Jesus already senses the call of God. But what does He do next? Recruit apostles and preach sermons and perform miracles? No, He goes home to His folks and learns the family business.
That is exactly what you should do. Want to bring focus to your life? Do what Jesus did. Go home, love your family, and take care of business. But Max, I want to be a missionary. Your first mission field is under your roof. What makes you think they’ll believe you overseas if they don’t believe you across the hall?
Go home. Love your family. And take care of business.
You know, that just might mean playing that game tonight after dinner instead of “working” to reach others in the blogosphere.
I have a mission.
I’m getting some focus back to my life.
Work as if you were doing it for the Lord, not for people. ~Colossians 3:23