Today was absolutely crazy.
In church this morning, our preacher gave an overview of the lesson for that morning. It was on life, and how fleeting it is. So I did my little Sunday ritual and prayed about where and when God wanted me to go to Africa (because it's on my mind just as much as snorting crack is on Charlie Sheen's mind). And then the most powerful thought came immediately after my prayer- Quit school. My immediate reaction? Why in the junk would I ever do that. I mean really... my parents would kill me, I won't have money to finish my degree when/if I came back to America, there were just so many reasons why I couldn't pull that off. Then those thoughts came to a screeching halt when I felt four simple words that impacted me more than any of you reading this can understand... "This life isn't yours".
This life ISN'T mine.
Yes I have control of my actions. Yes I can decide what I want to do today, this week, this month, this year... so someone might tell me that this technically IS my life. And that's right. But I want, more than anything on earth, to live and breathe God. HE made me perfectly and wonderfully, with every curl and freckle and freakishly long finger/toe. I am obviously here for a reason. Otherwise, I simply wouldn't be here. So, with that being said, how can I call this life mine? Why would I let the maker of EV-ER-Y-THING else create MY body, personality, passion, and talent... and not give Him the credit? It's simple really... God made me, so I'm His.
I'm not going to turn away from what God is calling me to do. Psalm 139: 7 says "Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?" Call me weird, but when I read this, I think of the bed intruder song. You know...when he said "We gon' fiiiiind you, we gon' fiiiiiiiind you". (Now every time you read this verse, you'll think of Antoine Dodson. SUCKAS.). But seriously... running from God's plan for the life He gave me would be incredibly unintelligent. So I'm just going to get over every fear, every selfish ambition, every person holding me back. Because again, this life isn't my life.
Besides... God must think I'm pretty special if He trusted me with the abilities and the passion for Africa. I consider it a huge compliment. So....you can run n' tell that, homeboy. (MORE ANTOINE DODSON!!)
Well that was my huge wake up call today. Other than my shift from snow cone hell, spending more than I should at Target, and being an emotional wreck...my day was fantastic. I have the most amazing family on planet earth, and the best friends I could ask for. Yada yada yada... bottom line is that I'm blessed. And praise Jesus for that.
Peace and Bless-ings.
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