I have been praying a LOT recently. Ever since becoming a Christian, I have prayed daily. Usually many, MANY times a day. I am aware of God's presence all the time, and so I talk to Him all the time. But recently, I barely have words for anyone else. I'm not sure why this is. It's kind of exhausting - like a full time job almost. I'm on Facebook, and I will go through my friends and pray for their needs. I read lots of blogs, and I stop and pray for these families. We're unemployed (yes, again), and I pray for us all the time. I typically pray in the plural now - instead of just praying for my family, I also pray for those around the world who are downsizing, or who have nothing left.
My favorite show, LOST, just started back up, and I caught myself praying for the characters. These are fictional characters, people. How's THAT for crazy?! Once I remembered that, I changed and started to pray for the ACTORS and CREW. Because that didn't seen nearly as nuts.
I had a dream the other day where I was apparently just showing up to heaven. And stretched out in front of me was a group of people, parted down the middle like the Red Sea, welcoming me into eternity. I saw my Mamaw and Papaw first, and some aunts and uncles and friends. But someone else caught my eye. Down at the end, several football fields away, was a bright light, and I knew who that had to be. So I smiled at my family and friends and held up a finger like I was beckoning them to hold on for a sec, and then I sprinted down the aisle toward my Savior. I launched myself into His arms and wrapped myself around Him. and then I was horrified by my behavior and promptly dropped to the ground in awe. I wasn't afraid of Him, just in AWE! It felt so real that when I woke up in my own bed, next to my sweet, snoring husband, I felt a bit jipped. But that day will come, and until then, I am trying to make the most of my time here.
So I pray. and I pray and I pray and I pray. But I want to do more.
I am inspired by two blogs. A lot. If you read the posts that I have listed below, maybe you will catch a glimpse into how I would like to see my life played out. I am a firm believer in "The World Can't Afford your American Dream," but my life doesn't really reflect that. If I were an outsider looking in, I would think that my life was mimicking the American Dream rather than rejecting it. I want to live like Jesus. But I don't. Yet. These two posts help me flesh out what living like Jesus can look like here in America. What my life can look like.
Yes, I am inspired by tangible expressions of love and compassion. And though these two posts deal with the people of Haiti, I see the rest of the world waiting for compassion here too.
And so I pray. and I pray and I pray and I pray. And eventually here, my love and compassion for the world may become a more VERBy extension of the love my Savior shows me.