Sitting, Thinking, praying, being, doing the right thing, watching, listening, waiting...all things we do in a day.
Making a cup of coffee I looked down at the tea cup with tulips, hydrangeas, and lilacs a very nice gift I recently received for my birthday. I had received a vcry pretty similar tea cup. Which should I use?
Once again another decision to make in my day.
I could think of it as a tea cups for two.
The world brings us to many decisions in a day. What a good problem to have two delightful tea cups.
At times I can be critical, analyzing so many things: the news, the dress someone is wearing, my class I'm in (what went wrong, what they should have done).
Do you ever catch yourself being critical? Our family catches one another and when they do they yell, "Critical spirit or you are stirring the pot."
As I catch myself doing it, I pray Lord stop this critical spirit.
I tell you a story. I realized while waiting to buy a cup of coffee at camp, what could I be doing right now? I was convicted asking, "What I was doing in the line of the coffee shop."
1. complaining- trying to understand why so many kids were in the line for coffee! This is what's wrong with our country. Why do parents supply the money for kids to get over $5 coffee? Why do so many kids need coffee?
2. I feel crazy. I'm an adult I'm justified to have coffee, I should ask to move in front of them. I kept picturing myself asking to move ahead in the line.
3. Then I stopped and in the moment remembering I'm here at camp as a student leader. This is their time. Ugh! Hit my head! (not really but really)
4. I turned to a boy behind me and started up a conversation; where are you from, how are you liking camp, what do you like about camp. I was delighted to learn so much about him Before I knew it I was at the beginning of the line ordering my coffee with my new friend.
Do you know every time I saw this boy around camp we connected and talked. It made camp even more than I expected.
Establish our purpose. Serve others. Care for others. Stop focusing on myself.
I would like to add another camp story. I went to camp with sixth grade girls after hearing the gospel completely the camp speaker sent the students outside in the beauty of nature for ten minutes of quiet time. At the end of the time we went to the cabin to talk. Many of the girls were deeply considering their quiet time.
Here is what one girl said, "I felt clean. I felt a desire to talk to God. I felt cleansed. Sin was taken out of me. I get like a second chance. I asked, "What's the feeling?" To which she replied, "It's inexplainable. I felt something come into me. I felt peace."
That declaration meant so much to me, I have been telling so many this precious commitment this young girl made. What a delight.
