Last night for our life group, we watched The Polar Express. It was a relaxing time of being together, sipping some hot chocolate, snacking on some popcorn and pumpkin bread which watching a feel good movie. Watching the little boy trying to believe throughout the whole movie, searching for the visual proof, and then finally coming to believe before catching a glimpse of Santa Claus. It’s a representation of the search we are on throughout our lives as we search for hope and belief, wondering if we should believe what we don’t see. As I said last night as the credits rolled, “This movie makes me feel good every time I watch it”.
This week I was asked by my pastor to help with responsibilities of caring for his three little foster girls while him and his wife were going out of town for a conference. I was honored to be asked and humbled by their trust in me to care for their precious little ones. As I prepared for my time with them I had no idea how they would impact my heart in such a short time.
“Thus says the Lord, who gives the sun light by day and the fixed order of the moon and the stars for light by night, who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar – the Lord of hosts is his name.” – Jeremiah 31:35
From the desert to the mountains, I’ve seen the beauty of the Lord’s work around the world. Although I feel most at home when I’m surrounded by the majestic Rocky Mountains, I know God’s beauty surrounds wherever I am.
We all have something to say, and we all want to be heard right away. We want to have the next big idea, we all want our opinion to be heard among the masses, and for someone to hear and respond to what we have to say. The world is loud enough as it is, with so many voices clamoring to be heard. No matter how loud we try to make our voice, it seems this world is always louder with the next big topic. Do we continue to raise our voice, raising the volume of the world around us? Or do we stay quiet, letting others speak while keeping our thoughts primarily to ourselves? Where is the line between staying quiet and forcing ourselves into a conversation in order to be heard? I’ve struggled with this concept for most of my life, but I think there may be a balance called being rooted in patient assertiveness.