I love my home, especially our cozy bedroom cave. Jesus went to the wilderness to pray and He was surrounded by the wild animals. I kind of use my home as my wilderness. Bursting with animals, my space of comfort, I use it to recharge for a life of sharing with others.
God keeps pulling me out to mingle with other people. Me, an introvert, that has a hard time trusting. My mom in law was telling stories of missionaries at lunch yesterday. Those stories ignite fire in me. The fire to willingly and right now do what God tells you!
Sometimes I have a hard time having people over to our home, because I put on myself the pressure of entertaining and hostess-ing perfectly. Sometimes I feel horribly guilty about this.
Then I remember that Jesus got away not to forget about people, but instead to pray His heart out for them, and to rev up for eating and drinking and talking and laughing with them.
I’m starting to see my solace with my husband and animal babies not as selfish, but as a springboard to commune with the Creator of every living being, and to get my marching orders to minister to Him through His precious creatures.
I see me learning to form eyes to see God's image, to feel God's breath in every living soul. I go forth from my little habitat, my sanctuary armed with the joy of Jesus!
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| Illustration by Greg Olsen |
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