It’s always the night before a trip like this that I start to get all weepy and nostalgic. I think it's because I realize that none of the things that I am doing are because of me.
Tomorrow I embark on a journey to Europe. A continent I have been dreaming of going to for years, but never really imagined it would happen. Even 5 months ago as I worked a study abroad fair and let my mind begin to wander to the thought of going to school abroad for the summer, I figured it was complicated and impossible.
But I have started dreaming a little bigger-- dreaming about things that might fall through on me, but not worrying so much about the end result.
You know what I love about Jesus? Although he was perfect, he faced challenges. He was loved, but he was also disliked and judged. He made messes sometimes. He surrendered completely to what he believed in and followed it passionately. He loved courageously, traveled, and clung to truth in the face of confusion and lies.
I have been reading this really great book called, The Color of Grace. It is this story of a woman who pushed past her own failure and is living so radically for Jesus in the form of trama care for war-affected children in Africa.
I feel like this lady is speaking to my heart. It fires me up to live so fully in my own passions.
But then I look at this trip ahead of me. I'm going to Europe, to study and travel. I begin to wonder...
Where is my purpose in that?
In Costa Rica, it was odd for me being in another country, speaking Spanish, but having no actual mission. I felt kind of useless and out of place with no orphans to love, kids to feed, or blogs to write. I teetered between being on a long vacation or being on mission.
But is there really any distinction between normal life and mission?
We, as followers of Jesus, are called to live our lives on mission. He calls us to love with everything we have. To feed the hungry, visit the orphans and love the least of these.
So if that is what I do on a mission trip, it should be what I do at home, and it should be what I do in any other place I travel because wasn't that what Jesus did?
He spent his life traveling around, city to city. He slowed down to see the things that really mattered. He loved and helped and was a friend to those who needed one. He shared his story.
So basically I'm going on a mission trip to Europe. And I go on a mission trip every day to work or school or the grocery store because Jesus never asked us to give him a little compartmentalized life, but rather to just hand over whole messy thing and let him use every broken piece.
So whether I travel, or stay at home, whether I’m adventuring new cities or walking to class, climbing a mountain or staring at a to-do list--
I want my life to tell my story, to tell his story.
Because really I just want my story is to be a subplot of His. (storyline)
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