7-20-13
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| Our little "friend"... |
It's 5:30 AM as I sit reading my Bible in the cool breeze of Costa Rica. The air is so clean and fresh here. It's not polluted by all the things we think are so important and essential in the U.S. It's not literally polluted with garbage and chemicals that make the air unclean, but it's also not polluted with all the things that make us "comfortable" and "content" in our lives. Dena spoke to us last night about our comfort zone. A comfort zone is somewhere you feel safe, content, normal, and literally comfortable with how everything in your life is. But she challenged us, asking, what is the purpose of life? Is it staying in our comfort zone? Many things about this trip have already pushed and pulled at my comfort zone. (For instance, the tarantella that was crawling on our bathroom floor last night.....)
Dena read Philippians 3 to us as part of her testimony, and as I read over it this morning, I am challenged. The words are SO powerful. Especially concerning comfort zones. "But what things were gain to me, these I have counted loss for Christ." ~Phil. 3:7 (also see 3:8-16) "For our citizenship is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ."~Phil. 3:20
If these verses don't challenge our comfort zone, I don't know what will. All of the earthly things that are gain to us, (a high-status job, a nice house and car, the "perfect" family, the latest fashions, the most popular friends, the newest gadgets, etc.) are
loss toward eternal gain. You see, true gain is in Christ. Which means gaining
anything of worth on this earth must be of Christ and eternal value. Why? Because our citizenship is in heaven! Do we eagerly await the Savior? If so, we wouldn't sit in this tiny box of a comfort zone, would we?
Highlights of the day: Talking with the kids as we painted, sword fight with Axel, hanging baby clothes!
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| Hanging laundry up! |
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| more laundry! |
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| Sweet Axel |
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| My sword-fighting buddy |
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| More painting! |
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| You can't see in the picture, but we had little friends chatting with us as we painted |
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| Baby laundry! |
On a side note: Sat down at the piano this morning...opened my music folder and guess what song I opened to? Jesus Loves Me. I had tears in my eyes as I played, remembering the sweet voices of the children at Hogar De Vida as we sang this song almost every morning. I hear some singing in Spanish and a few singing in the best English they could. Missing those kiddos a lot today.
You are an inspiration to me! I miss and love you!
ReplyDeleteBlessed beyond words to be your mom....it took me 50 years to see the depth of what you are seeing and understanding. Thank you for sharing life with all of us...<3
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