I haven’t posted anything for
almost 2 months, and it’s partly because what free time I had for writing has
begun to dwindle a little :) And sometimes, I’d find time to whip up a few
sentences only to erase them again. There are times when I’d love to write about
things sort of dusting off my walking shoes and packing a picnic, but as I want
this blog to be everything that glorifies the Lord and not myself, I have to
remember that I must decrease and He alone must be seen.
I spent one amazing weekend lending my hands and feet to the Lord. What joy it had been to see and meet people in
their everyday life, yet also heart-wrenching to realize the need they face
everyday – tangible needs of things that we so often uncaringly toss around. And
yes, what I’ve seen may not be the full extent of the need in this world, but I
believe God graciously allowed me to experience them for something. And this
is just the beginning!
It is so humbling that the Lord would share a tiny drop of His heartbeat and turn my daily priorities around. I have always loved missions and long to be radically His hands and feet for the least, but to actually catch a firsthand glimpse of it makes it so difficult to go back to sipping cappuccinos or clamoring about what I'll have for snacks later today. People have bigger, pressing needs.
Yet it is only by His Spirit and grace, not by our own strength and pride, that we can have compassion. It is only by Him that we can die to ourselves. It may sound easy to give time volunteering or to donate a few bucks to the cause of orphans. But the Lord is teaching me that it takes more than giving what I can spare.
I'd like to share this photo taken by a missionary in Haiti, which is true, selfless giving in its deeper level. It moved me to tears. This is how it looks like when one's comfortable bed in one's personal space is still owned by the Provider of everything. God checked my heart on where I stand with the things I have in my life. Whether it's our cellphone, our favorite jacket (it's another story), or our "me" time, may it all point back to the ultimate Giver's glory. Yes, it is only by His grace and joy that makes love and compassion all the better. I have no hero or angel status in me, and I am awfully glad..
It is so humbling that the Lord would share a tiny drop of His heartbeat and turn my daily priorities around. I have always loved missions and long to be radically His hands and feet for the least, but to actually catch a firsthand glimpse of it makes it so difficult to go back to sipping cappuccinos or clamoring about what I'll have for snacks later today. People have bigger, pressing needs.
Yet it is only by His Spirit and grace, not by our own strength and pride, that we can have compassion. It is only by Him that we can die to ourselves. It may sound easy to give time volunteering or to donate a few bucks to the cause of orphans. But the Lord is teaching me that it takes more than giving what I can spare.
I'd like to share this photo taken by a missionary in Haiti, which is true, selfless giving in its deeper level. It moved me to tears. This is how it looks like when one's comfortable bed in one's personal space is still owned by the Provider of everything. God checked my heart on where I stand with the things I have in my life. Whether it's our cellphone, our favorite jacket (it's another story), or our "me" time, may it all point back to the ultimate Giver's glory. Yes, it is only by His grace and joy that makes love and compassion all the better. I have no hero or angel status in me, and I am awfully glad..
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