Today I am tired. Today I am unsure of my place in this big, big city. Today I am struggling with certain passages of Scripture, aware of their straightforwardness and my own disobedience.
"Whatever you do to the least of these, you have done to Me."
"If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, 'Go in peace, be warmed and filled,' without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that?"
"But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes His heart against him, how does God's love abide in him?"
I may not like have my neat world ripped apart every five minutes as I walk these streets. But if Jesus is doing some mighty demolition in my heart, it is so that there is room for the new things He wants to build. I want to be unafraid to follow Him, even into places that appear forsaken and desolate. Places unfamiliar to the history of my heart. When the landscape starts to appear foreign, I pray that I will have enough faith to trust that He is still there. To still affirm, "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever" even when everything looks different.
I think on some days I would rather have familiarity and comfort than growth. There's a little bit of raw honesty.
Jesus, please make me brave. Make me starving for you. For truth.