Sunday morning, as I listened to a young woman share about her time in Figi this summer, one thing she said stuck with me especially well. She was speaking of her time spent in places off the beaten path of tourists in Figi...the other side of the postcard, she described...where one finds the not so glamorous, the "real life" happenings, the ones in need of encouragement, the lost and lonely.
The inland tour...the path less traveled.
That's where ministry takes shape in Figi...in Alaska...at home...or anywhere.
In the places that will not make the "Top 10" list on travel websites is where God loves to shine His light and share His love.
Where rock bottom is well known and down and out is the norm, Jesus offers new life.
Like the back of the postcard is blank, a person's life is blank awaiting God's hand to bring life and meaning to one's days.
He writes the script.
It is for our good and His glory.
What is God writing out for my life? for others' lives?
Am I demanding the postcard picture life or am I willing to go to the lesser known place(s) He desires?
"May He give you what your heart desires and fulfill your whole purpose." Psalm 20:4
Before this, in Sunday School, we were discussing what "home" is for us; what defines "home" for us. Several people gave appropriate answers, describing our home as being a place where we feel safe...a place where our bed is...a place where we are with family. In my heart, my definition of home has always been where God calls me to be at the time. Wherever my feet are walking is where I am to call home. It may be for a week, maybe years...time doesn't matter but my heart condition does. He longs for me to desire His desires for me.
Only when I am where He wants me, following wholeheartedly, will the blank postcard be filled with His script for my life.