Trusting Jesus to live in and through me can’t be simply a declaration of what I believe to be true…it has to have hands and feet. Sometimes my faith has to risk getting dirty and being…ordinary. That simply happens in the everyday, living life things.
Today, Jesus wears nikes and a callaway golf hat in Gulfport, MS.
Or a white t-shirt and a pony-tail in Charlotte, NC…and “Christ IN you, the hope of glory” becomes a reality and not just a verse. Because where is Jesus’ influence on earth if not through us? How else do we “life out” the life of Christ if not through our everyday, mundane tasks? But even those things take strength and energy, sometimes more than the big things. I am thankful that He doesn’t just give me strength, He IS my strength.
So, The Man helps lead a group of 100+ new friends in Hurricane Katrina relief work in Gulfport and gladly enters into potentially awkward conversations with students he just met.
And I pack up clothes to finish out the last leg of our vacation, put desitin on a diaper rash that just won’t go away and plan meals for when he comes home next week.
Not because I am capable, not because he is confident, but because we are His.