I cannot believe I have already been in Colorado 3 weeks now; you know the age old adage, "time flies when you're having fun", well go ahead and insert that here! This week has been awesome, not only for serving but for some intense personal growth. I started out the week grilling burgers/hot dogs with my partner Gabby for over 130 people for The Pursuit Church's Sunday service in the park. Sounds easy right? Think again! To my future husband: I will never take you, nor you're grilling skills for granted!
Gabby did the math and between buying all the bbq stuff, getting all of it to the park, and then actually cooking we spent over 9 and 1/2 hours on this project. At first I found myself getting very frustrated. It was hot, the smoke was stinky, and we miscalculated on some of the food items. Grumpy Kali started to make an appearance, and here I'm suppose to be a summer missionary - I should be exuding rainbows and sunshine! But about half way through cooking all of the food people started coming up and thanking us, and expressing how grateful they were and how good the food was. People were genuinely touched at the time and effort we put in, and it was in that moment I was able to see that servanthood comes in many different shapes and sizes.
It is not always as tangible as we like it to be, or as grand. The smallest acts are just as important as the big ones. For me, I had this preconceived notion of what living missionally entailed. It's pretty silly when I actually think about it. Who am I to tell God where and how I will serve?! How naive and entitled of me. The reality is that I personally am not going to change hearts, Jesus is - and there is more to give then pretty words and grand gestures. The size of the immediate impact is not relevant, even the smallest acts are SO important.
I love those moments of revelation, because I know that they are God given. Sometimes He’s subtle in His encouragement and guidance. Sometimes He's uncomfortable and abrupt in His will. With my stubborn spirit it would not be a typical day if I didn’t question my faith and obedience to the Lord or try to push bouandaries at least a dozen times. I feel like those are natural thoughts for anyone striving to know Christ more, love Christ more and trust Christ more. There's this huge, common misconception that Christians have some supernatural grasp on their faith and their walk with Jesus. But the reality is, the more you think you have figured out, the less you probably know. Christianity isn't meant to be comfortable and “figured out”. It's a faith of overwhelming humility and neediness; it reminds us how little we have figured out, and it reminds us how desperately we need Him.
We, as believers, are called to be the body of Christ. His hands. His feet. His love to a lifeless world. People don't need to simply hear about that love, they need to see it and feel it and know it's real. I can finally see and recognize that one of the coolest ways to show this love is in the simple, menial, and every day tasks. Servitude is gift, that not only glorifies Christ but also refines our hearts to be more like Him. So thankful for what God has revealed to me! His grace and understanding never cease to amaze me.
The biggest prayer request I have is for Gabby and I to be very sensitive to the Holy Spirit and what He is trying to show and grow in us daily. Whoo, God is GOOD. Love you all!
Summit of 11,428 ft at the top of Twin Sisters Peak
Sunday service in the park!
Gabby and I playing monoply with some new friends!






