Someone Like You.

I have been encouraged incredibly by a few people this weekend.  There have been conversations via Skype and emails from people who are living this life all over the world, serving, full of courage, and giving all they have, and yet they say I’m an example?!?  I know it is said sincerely.  I know it is an encouraging remark.  But I have to be honest, when I heard it, I had to take a deep breath.  Because the truth is… 

I’m someone like you.

There is so much more I have to give that I haven’t.  I have to continually keep my attitude in check.  Sometimes serving is a choice and not a habit.  I’d be one of the first ones to complain about something as meaningless as the weather.  And honestly, I miss shopping for clothes.  I know it might shock some of you to hear something as shallow as this, but it’s the truth.

I am someone like you.  I have areas to grow in.  I have lessons to learn.  I have to make choices on a daily basis.  

“I am an example.”  I think of this comment and I think of little Roberto who is 4 or Irene who is 6. I see them look at me, and remember that I am an example.  So the choices I make become easier, serving becomes more of a must, and the little complaints I could have dissolve in the fact that the value of my life is discovered in the value it has in someone else’s.

So I gladly receive the compliment of being an example to someone.  Because I am an example and if I am someone like you, do you realize that you are and should be an example for someone else?

Let’s live life with this in mind…

 

I’m Answering…

I just read a great Facebook status from a friend of mine, “No matter how old you are, no matter how badass you think you are, when a toddler passes you his ringing toy phone… You answer it.” ~Marcos Torres-Smith 

The funny thing is, as simple as this statement is, it was exactly what I needed to hear today.  You see the truth is, we can be so focused in our own lives with our own things, that we can forget something as simple as interaction with those around us, not to mention the value and impact that has in the lives of children who we have opportunities to invest in each day.

I’m not hear to build a “ministry” or erect a lifeless monument , but rather give, invest in, and Love those around me, specifically children, for that is generational thinking.  That is what my heart beats for and how I want to live the rest of my life…to be a safe place…to be an example…

In the Book, Street Girls, Hope on the Streets of Brazil, Matt Roper shares a letter written by Alexandra who was invisible to many as she roamed the streets.  Here is a portion of it.

“Sometimes I sit in the park and watch the boys and girls walking with their mums and dads. I think to myself, ‘Why couldn’t that be me?’ Oh God, I want so much to be happy, but I don’t think that I ever will be. I went to the streets because of this. I am very angry inside of me. Once, on Mother’s day, the teacher at school told all the class to write a letter to their mother. The other children laughed at me and said, ‘Who are you going to write to? You haven’t got a mother, not even a father.’ I cried so much. When will this hurt stop deep inside? Sometimes I just want to die. But I must thank God, because there are people who don’t even have what I have. I pray for those people, that God will bless them in the way that I know He will bless me.  I hope that I might win in life one day.  Alexandra.”

She, along with others are calling out for love, family, people to believe in them, to invest in them, or just a simple acknowledgement that they are worth your time…

A child is calling out, toy phone or not, I’m answering…

Are you?

I’ve Got Something…


I have this interesting thing I do when I am done exercising.  But, I only do it when I am just in need of a little push, and today was one of those days.  I woke up, walked to a nearby set of stairs, and just ran up and down, well, more like walked briskly and the number of stairs I will not disclose in order to keep some dignity.  Jaja.  But just when my legs felt as though they couldn’t hold me up any longer, I didn’t sit down nor did I walk home.  Instead, I quickly made my way down a somewhat steep hill.  I turned around, faced it, and sprinted as fast as I could up to the top of the road.  I caught my breath and then walked home.  

You see, just when I think I am done, when I’ve spent all of me and have nothing more, no strength, no energy, and sometimes no hope to keep going, something inside kicks in.  And I need these reminders.  Whether it be physical, emotional, or even mental, that little bit that I can still dig out of me when I think there is nothing left… that little bit keeps me going.

This simple reminder that I do might sound small and insignificant.  But for me, it changes my perspective, it keeps my confidence in knowing that what HE has placed in me is more than enough.  I’m not going to be discouraged, I’m not going to lose hope, and I’m not going to be stopped.  And if I have to keep reminding myself of that by simply sprinting up a steep hill when I’m totally and utterly exhausted, than I will…

So, what in your life is trying to hold you down, what in your life is trying to stop you, but most importantly…what are you allowing to stop you from being you, doing what you know you were created to do,  just moving forward?

And if for some reason, you can’t seem to find that little bit within you, I’ve got some to give…Take mine…