"Consider it pure joy my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds"-James 1:2
Monday, November 14, 2011
Not Just Another Year...
I wake up and I realize I'm 20. I wake up and I realize it's another day. I wake up and I realize that in my 20 years of existence I haven't done anything. I'm a healthy girl that goes to college, doesn't work and has everything she can ask for, I have a wonderful life. But what about my spiritual life? I sing, I play, I write. What have I done with that? Wrote and shared some songs, but that's it. Waking up and realizing you haven't done nearly as much as you're suppose to in 20 years depresses me. Every year I say things will change, but every year it stays the same. Knowing I could do more if I tried harder, knowing that I can offer more, but I'm stuck in a comfort zone.
As I open my eyes flashbacks of my past "accomplishments" hit me, my baptism in water, my quince, my high school graduation, my national fine arts competition, they all now seem like nothing. I was once so proud of those things, but now they are nothing but dead grass. I close my eyes again and visions wander around and I'm delighted with things that would actually make me proud now, but then I stop myself and think. "When I wake up tomorrow being 30 I'll say the same thing, it's not enough".
As I was daydreaming I came to a conclusion that for God it's never enough because we can always do more. Our relationship with God will gave an endless growth if we allow it. Today I'm 20 and tomorrow I'm going to be 30, yesterday i was 10 but God never faded throughout the years. I go back when I was 15 when life seemed perfect, when my family was together, when everything was nice and pink, oohh yes God was with me. I go back to when I was 18 when we lost our home, when my siblings left out of state, oohh God was with me. God abides in our prosperity seasons and our poverty seasons, He was my provider in my days of need. He was my shelter in my days of loneliness.
I open my eyes with a new perspective, with new eyes that let me see why I'm here. I thank God for giving me 20 years. Happy years. Sad years. But all His years. Life is not perfect but even in my weakest moments I want to serve Him. And maybe now I feel like I haven't done anything He knows my heart, and it will give me the impulse of moving forward. I know I won't ever be satisfied, because there's always more and more ways to serve the Lord. I'm ready for a change in me, a change that can only be done by Him. I don't want to open my eyes tomorrow and discover that I'm in the same spiritual position. 20 years I've lived. I've made good decisions and so many bad ones, but they all brought me to this day, they have brought me closer to my Creator. Many scars are left on my heart, most by my own choice, but they have taught me how to grow. Crucial events have passed but I'm still standing firmly in Him.
I lift my voice to a prayer from my heart and prepare myself for more upcoming years that I want to exclusively dedicate to my God.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Hospitality: Our Faith In Action...

"Use hospitality one to another without grudging."
1Peter 4:9
Our home is literally a gateway to Christ. You might doubt this, but every person that steps into your home should instantly feel the love and the peace that God can only provide. Our home should be a place where we encounter the Lord day by day, night by night, whether it's during the day or late at night. God's perfume should be penetrated in your home that the scent can be transferred to every individual that walk in. People should be able to feel the difference in the atmosphere but also in our attitude.
I'm referring to the way we greet people when they come in very inconvenient times. Let's face it, I think most of us have experienced the unexpected visitor when we are sick, busy or simply when our home is a mess. Our first reaction, "oh why didn't they tell me they were coming?!" How does this affect our hospitality to our guests that haven't accepted Christ? Does that first impression in our attitude lead them towards Christ or discourages them to even think about it?
How does Jesus greet us when we cry out for Him late at night? When no one else is willing to hear us? In a way people out there are in desperate need and I believe our hospitality is essential in the future of the lost.
In moments when unexpected visitors arrive, lets learn to put ourselves aside and our agenda aside, and His heart will grow in us more and more...
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