This summer I’ve been attending an IF:Gathering at a friend’s church. They are watching the sessions from the conference that was held in Austin, TX back in February. It’s been amazing. I love the passion and the faith exploding from the women standing on the stage. Women with huge hearts for Jesus and dreams to make a difference in this generation.
Each week Jesus meets me exactly where I need Him. He’s stirring in my heart, reminding me of my own God-Sized dreams.
But the other day, as I was thinking about this movement and about doing these big things for God, I wondered if maybe I have it all backwards.
People often think to do the big things for Jesus you have to get on a plane and go to Africa. They think it’s about adopting a dozen kids or selling everything they own to live in a poverty stricken place.
Maybe God has asked you to do these things.
I still dream of going to Africa – a piece of my heart will forever be tied to Ethiopia.
But I wonder, what if the big things of God are really the small things.
What if the most eternal impacts we have are found wrapped up in the most mundane?
The mother sacrificing her own dreams for those of her child.
The wife fighting hard for her marriage.
The woman who is faithful to pray for others every. single. day.
The person who sponsors and writes and prays for the child living on the other side of the world.
The mother who cleans up another mess with a smile on her face and lavishes her toddler with grace.
The volunteer at the children’s hospital or the local homeless shelter – bringing hope to a place where it’s often hard to find.
I think there’s a deep desire in each of us to do grand and outrageous things for Jesus.
I don’t think that’s a bad thing.
We don’t want to be ordinary. We want more than a mundane life.
But sometimes we can get so caught up doing the big things, that we miss what He has right in front of us.
God wants to use what seems ordinary to us to do extraordinary things for Him.
Will we let Him?