Ye are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hid.
I wouldn’t ever be able to deny the fact that a missionary’s life isn’t one of constant craziness, but I wholeheartedly love it and the blessings that come along with it.
We’ve been in the US for a little over a week now, however, it seems like it’s been much longer.
I really can’t decide if I’m simply a permanently tired person or if I’m still attempting to get over jet lag.
Due to getting over jet lag, accepting cultural differences, and learning to keep up with the fast-paced life here, I’m just now getting a moment to sit down, breath, reflect, and pour my heart into this post.
This past month has been one of chaos, but I’m so grateful for it and the one day we were able to step back and explore Venice with missionary friends and my family.
Sometimes life gets so hectic that we forget to take some time to enjoy it and the beautiful people God has placed in our lives.
Venice was a dream and I’m already constantly going back to the time well spent with family and the wonderful opportunity that came our way.
Our last day in Italy before flying back to the US for furlough was just what we needed and I marvel at how God stitched every detail together and knew our needs better than we ourselves may have even known them.
From the history we were able to learn, beautiful views, gelato, hours of walking, opportunity to pass out some tracts, to time spent with family it was an overall beautiful day.
While I was reflecting back on this day I noticed that sometimes I tend to compare people’s or even my own highlights to my not-so-great days, but day by day I’m realizing how important each day and moment really is.
I’m realizing, on this quiet Saturday morning, that the days which seem still and lifeless are the ones that usually prepare us for the busy, fast-paced days.
I’m learning to live out each day to the fullest, and even if, I’m not exploring a beautiful city no longer and am simply reflecting on the fun-filled day; that there is still growth for me here, right now, in the quiet stillness of the morning.
I’m realizing the truth etched behind these three words: each day counts.
Smile at a stranger, genuinely compliment a friend, hold your family close, love well and live your life for Jesus. Wherever He has you, right at this very moment, there’s a purpose hidden between the lines of each page.
Can I tell you something?
There’s no time for regrets. I’m honestly ashamed of the days I didn’t and don’t do my best for God’s glory. I’m not only ashamed of them, but I also use them to challenge me to do better. I use them as motivation to love others like Jesus loves me and to shine His light in this dark world.
I remember walking down the streets of Venice with hundreds of people walking right by me and wondering if they had ever had the opportunity to experience the beautiful, endless love of Jesus.
The sad reality, is that most of them probably haven’t had that privilege and maybe, never will, if we as Christians don’t step up and share the wonderful gift that we hold in our hands each day.
Each day counts and we as Christians have an amazing gift of eternal life to offer to so many, let’s make it count my friends.
Love and blessings,