Holy Moments, life making

The Sending

I let my life get the best of me. I let my life do the living rather than myself. I forgot what I was called to. I forgot who I was made to be. I forgot what really mattered. I gave into life, and by doing so lost the very thing I was trying to gain.

It is so easy to do, is it not? Life swarms and flurries all around us, and soon we are so thick in life that we cannot see the life around us. Look around you. Look and see the life around you. Not the life you are so busily working to plump up. Not the life that has rushed in so strong and taken over by storm. Look around you.Look at the life around you. Look at the hearts that beat all around. Some faster than others, some heavier than others, but all pulse blood through and around. Catching breath in their lungs and looking. Looking ahead, looking behind, looking for purpose, for value, for more than what they have. For more than what they are. They are calling out. They want to know. They want to know why and how. Why they are who they are and how they would ever be of any value.  They are lives of so much more value than the ordinary things we seek for in our day to day.  And yet, we seek a life of this, a life of that, rather than looking past our little front yard and into the vast wilderness that lies ahead of us. We fall prey to the very thing that traps them. Only we know better, because we know the why and how. Why we are who we are and how we have any value. And yet we choose to stay here, in this life, seeking our own, rather than looking up and out, into the world of lost lives. The world that is calling out to an answer that we have. An answer that we have.

And so, that is where I want to be. That is where I want to live. Not in this culture of hustle and bustle. This culture that screams for me and my wants, for my prosperity above all others. I want to be out there, with them. With those who have yet to know, to learn, to see Who it is that loves them most.

I want to go. I want to be willing to go. Not where the winds take me. Not where the whims take me. But where He takes me. The Lover of my soul, The Lover of their souls. The One who changes, who transforms. I want to go for Him. I am tired of taking steps that lead nowhere. I am tired of seeking my own. I am tired of thinking that the only steps that matter are the steps of great distance. Here I am, Lord. Send me. Only let me not forget that a sending into the very place I already am is just as paramount. Send me to greater places than distance could ever take me. Send me to deeper waters. Send me to the ones you have called me to. Send me to the holy moments. Wherever it may be. Send me here, Let me see the life around me. The life that is here. Let me take steps toward them. Remind me every day is my mission field. Everyday I am to go out, to preach the gospel, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Baptizing them in your great name. Remind me everyday of my mission. Remind me everyday is my mission. My mission is for the life around me. Wherever I may be, there they are. For life is all around me. Hearts are beating all around. Some faster than others. Some heavier than others, but all pulse blood through and around. Catching breath in their lungs and looking. Looking ahead, looking behind, looking for purpose, for value, for more than what they have. For more than what they are.

So send me. Send me to greater places than distance could ever take me. Send me to deeper waters. Send me to the ones you have called me to. Send me to the holy moments. Wherever it may be. Send me here. Send me. Here I am, Lord. Send me.

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