I was raised on sayings like
"I have a heart for missions" or "I am called to missions".
When I was in high school I thought I was called to Australia.
Actually I thought I was called to the Man from Snowy River
He looked fantastic and had a lovely accent.
So I guess that was more high school passion than overseas mission.
I spent my last year of my senior year in high school on the MV Anastasis,
a medical mercy ship, trained in relief work.
In college I went on short term trips
to Ireland, Albania, Holland and Spain.
I helped do vacation bible schools, an outreach at the Olympics and
served prostitutes hot tea and butter cookies in the Red Light District, .
By the end of this season, I knew that a life overseas was not for me.
The fact that I had been a victim of a drive-by-spanking in Albania
was neither here nor there.
Okay maybe it was a little bit here or there.
But I was still left with the thought....What is my mission?
Who has God created me to be and what is my purpose?
I am still grappling with what it is.
Galatians 6:4 says...
"Be sure to do what you should, for then you enjoy the personal
satisfaction of having done your work well,
and you won't need to compare yourself to anyone else."
So as of this moment, the space that God has me in,
the people he has surrounded me with and the desires
that burn within me, I have this mission.
To love my husband and my three little boys,
To know Jesus in a way that changes my life
To not become undone by frivolous things
(ie laundry, hot weather, spots on the rug, stress, bills, cellulite)
To add some beauty to the world around me
To be a part of something bigger than myself
To write in a way that brings joy and points people Christ-ward,
To make people laugh as much as and as often as I can,
(relay all the humiliating haphazard things that happen to me to others.)
For today, on this monday in June,
these thoughts frame how I would like to live.
But what I'd really like to know from all you tired supergirls out there is...
what is your mission?