So I am packing my bag, preparing for a week of camp. I'm reading updates on Ann's Uganda trip. #FarmgirlsinAfrica I've got China spinning in the brain and beating in the heart. And these cries to pour out this one life and live selflessly. And the weight of this next week is not lost on me. Loaves and fishes for such a time as this. And yes. I would like to live big, to write a book, for thousands to know my name, to fly across the globe and have people say I am reshaping culture. Who doesn't dream of fame? Of being noticed and known? Who hasn't, at least for a moment, thought that would just be so cool to sign books and speak truth in front of thousands and shape history? (Or maybe it really is just me....)
But as loud as the dreams may call, there is the call to live small. So I am humbled, deeply humbled tonight as I consider that maybe... maybe God might choose me to be a vessel. Such an honor! A vessel for the week to love high school students. Training me over the next three weeks to become a better teacher to serve children, and by doing that, to glorify Him. She wrote it in her card to me, soon after I had said my goodbyes at my first school, "By serving students, you glorify God." Ah. Yes.
By serving _______, you glorify God! Right where you are. For such a time as this.
One at a time. One child. One person. One day. One task. One moment at a time, I could be an instrument of Grace... Now.
I am blessed. I can bless. One at a time.
When I am overwhelmed by dreams I wish I could accomplish and by the reality of all that I must do, I can only live One. At. A. Time.
The delusions of grandeur fade quickly, and my one wild life grows small in His hands. And it is small things with great love. Yes, even here, even now, my life can mean something. If I listen and live one at a time.