Yesterday I told someone that I never experience homesickness anymore...
I love to travel to foreign places and fully embrace a brand new way of life. I’ve experienced over and over again, how quickly those days of travel can fly right by, and it’s trained me to soak it all in and not be wishing to get back to my home life too soon.
But right now, I’m feeling a bit of the heartache of a real case of homesickness, only this time it’s for a place that quickly became a second home to me.
I didn’t realize how much I had fallen in love with the red dirt roads of Africa and the countless people who richly blessed my life there, but here I am missing it something crazy, and realizing that it stole a giant part of me.
As I’m sitting here looking back at the moments that I cherish so much, one of the greatest things that I hold on to, was the greater purpose to every day there.
It seems like you can see the need a little clearer in certain parts of the world.
You can feel that you’re able to accomplish a little more when you’re with a team of believers that have the same end goal.
You can spend a few weeks in Africa and have a mission to share Jesus Christ, but will your passion remain the same when you’re back to your own home life?
One of the very greatest parts of my time in Africa was the ability to work towards a common goal with like-minded friends for the purpose of expanding the massive crowd that will reach heavens shores.
This was our focus, and this was our aim, and it filled up my life in more ways than I could explain.
So why wouldn't I apply the same amount of purpose and passion to every single one of my days?
It’s a harder battle when the needs are hiding beneath the stony surface of trying to chase the American dream.
It’s a harder battle when it isn’t just what is expected of me, but rather something that I will have to choose.
It’s a harder battle when I'm doing it on my own at times.
But isn’t it the battle that I was always called to fight?
Life is my opportunity. The people I interact with each day have become my mission field, whether or not I'm willing to embrace it.
My heart has been supplied with every grace and every truth for this type of living.
I don’t need to be walking the streets of Africa to reach the world for Jesus. Any old road will make a perfect place to reach out and bring some of heaven’s light to another’s life.
While I was in Africa, I had a mission and a purpose for my time.
While I am at home in America, I have a mission and a purpose for my time...
To bring the life changing truth and perfect love of Jesus to every soul that is in need.