There is so much I want to do with my life, but I realize that this life is only a blink.
Sometimes our days seem long and we forget what a vapor we are. We begin to feel important, and bogged down, and deserving of the pursuit of our own pleasures and comforts. We work hard, after all, and we need some “me” time. And a few indulgences. And to keep up with the Jones’. Right?
Yet it’s the indulgences that we often regret.
Never, never, never do we regret the moments when we sacrificed. When we served. When we loved until it hurt and cost and stripped and exhausted and caused us to cry on our knees at the cross of Christ, begging for Him to sustain us because we just couldn’t do it on our own.
I want to live a life that loves until it hurts. That bleeds the blood of Christ.
I need to write these words, because I find myself wasting… Wasting time that could be given to God’s sweet purposes. Wasting money that could send one of the most loving families I’ve ever heard of to be the hands and feet of Christ in a foreign land. Wasting a house that could host far more than it does. Wasting a phone that could be used to reach out to others more. Wasting a mind that should be shaped by Truth. Wasting a tongue that slanders when it should be praising God. Wasting a body that is still relatively young and able for all sorts of good works.
I don’t want to waste. There is so much I want God to use me for in this one breath of a life. In a world full of options, I want to make only one choice: to love Christ. To live like Him. To point others to Him. Oh God, save us from wasting! Empower us to give until it hurts, and to love until we bleed Your blood.