Hands & Feet

Almost two months ago, we had a memorial service for the life of Tom Little. Tom Little had served in Afghanistan for thirty-three years, giving all he had for the people he loved. What struck me the most was what people had to say about him. It was never, he was good at this or he was good at that, it was how he was constantly pouring himself into the lives of others. Stories were told about how he would be seen going here and there, saying there was work to be done and now was the time. It made me wonder, what would people say about me at my service? But, since I don’t know that or will know at the time, I thought about what I can be doing now.

I love doing things for my friends; I’d do anything for them, of course, within reason. But I don’t mind if they call me at 2 in the morning, or if they need a shoulder to cry on, or someone to just listen as they vent.  What some people may find a burden, I find a joy. I feel like I may be doing something to help them, even if it’s small. A couple years ago, I felt very convicted about my life and what I’m doing with it.  There is nothing wrong with me physically or mentally; I’m healthy with a heart on fire for the Lord and for people. I want to use all of me, ultimately for the Lord, but for people. Some people can’t do the same things I can. I don’t want to take for granted the life I have, instead, I want to try and reach my fullest potential. Every day that I waste the lyrics of a song by Casting Crowns seem to boom in my ear, “But if we are the Body, why aren’t His arms reaching? Why aren’t His hands healing? Why aren’t His words teaching? And if we are the Body, why aren’t His feet going? Why is His love not showing them there is a way?”

Let this be our prayer:

I want to be Your hands
I want to be Your feet
I’ll go where You send me
I’ll go where You send me
(Hands and Feet by Audio Adrenaline)

Pour out: express without restraint. I want to express the love of Christ and nothing will hold me back.

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