And guess what? You did it! You made it to the end of another week. Whew, and what a week it has been. Anyone else feeling bogged down by all the yuck in the world?
I, for one, am so grateful for the uplifting stories in the midst of the muck, stories like the amazing one shared by Lisa-Jo on what *you* have done in the midst of the dirty dishes and piles of laundry .. have you heard? As of this afternoon, there was only $4,472 left to go out of a whopping $50,000 raised for the water point, vegetable garden and the Community Center in South Africa!! That’s crazy, hey?! Can I hear a “Thank you, Lord,” and an “Amen”?
So whaddya say we give Lisa-Jo a little surprise .. This coming Tuesday happens to be a momentous occasion in her life. Momentous, as in, she happens to be turning the big 4-0 .. How about if we make it extra special by closing that gap and rounding off the Maubane project? Hey? Do you think we can do it? All we need is 183 people to give $25 .. That’s sacrificing one Friday night pizza dinner and having sandwiches instead. Who’s in? (Click here if you’re with me.) Let’s pray and give and watch this little widget below close the gap ..
And now .. It’s time to write. This week’s prompt is:
Okay, here we …
I sit in the crowded restaurant, John Mayer lyrics wafting through speakers overhead: “We’re waiting … waiting on the world to change.”
And it becomes a prayer.
Because my eyes have been filled with headlines and my mind consumed by the atrocities reported near and far, and when?
When will it change?
We breathe in the tension and long for the wind to shift even as the crickets chirp in the stillness of night, and we wait with bated breath. And sometimes we long for the wings to soar up and out of this mess, and straight into glory.
We feel it coming, this changing of the tide, as the waters recede and the land is thirsty. Thirsty for hope. It’s dry, and it needs life.
We can feel the swell of ocean pulling back, the waves being reigned in and we wait. We wait for the surge of living water to consume us,
and make all things new.
And we’re waiting … waiting for the world to change. To be made new.
But first we must be changed. Changed from the inside out by the same living water. Changed to become an agent of change, for good.
So come, Thou fount of every blessing, and change my tune. In the midst of these dark waiting days, tune my heart to sing Thy praise.
And then come, Lord Jesus, come.
It’s your turn! Go on and change the world for good with your beautiful words. Click the blue button to add your link, and don’t forget to give the person ahead of you some comment love!
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