When was the last time you heard a bold, impactful and life changing speech? Can you remember? Do you remember if you were somehow influenced by those powerful words? If so, can you close your eyes and see the passion that came as a result, can you see yourself motivated and moving in new ways?
Now…ask yourself, “Am I still that passionate? Am I still moving? Am I still motivated?”
The year was 1997. Wow, almost 20 years ago! God met me where I was, which at the time was an assistant at a dental practice. He used a charming young lady as the conduit, and He gained the victory as another soul chose Christ! I remember those early days well. I remember a certain feeling of acceptance, something I never knew in my entire life. I recall the tears, the release of all that I was once, and the joy of the new. I was new. And with that new me, came a ferocious passion to serve the Lord.
I became a writer of change, of freedom, hope, joy, love. I became a teacher to children, and co-leader of adult classes. I was on fire for Jesus! A fire that burned brighter, higher and hotter than anything I’d ever experienced.
But, somehow, along the way, the fire began to subside, the flames once miles high, slowly retreated.
The day to day obligations took over, and while I longed for a reignited passion, it became lost in the life I was living. Little by little, the lack of passion went unnoticed, and within a few years, when passion no longer became my priority, another new ‘me’ emerged. She wasn’t adorned with fire and thrill. Nope.
What I wore looked more like something I’d call ‘content’. Content to follow the routine my life became. Content to wake up each day, move, sleep and then do it all over again.
I remained committed to Christ, through my best and darkest days. But that commitment was in another routine I called ‘church’.
Gone were the days of stepping out in faith, and that once ferocious passion to serve the Lord. I was ‘content’ in just showing up. The problem with this kind of content is the affect it has internally feels like a death of sorts. An internal death of that intensity, devotion and zeal I once had to share the good news!
What happened to me? Where did I go?
Life happened to me.
I became lost in the art of growing up, raising a family, and continuing to build a marriage. I experienced heartache, trials, failures and frustrations. As a new Christian, I misled myself to believe that these things were behind me. I was a ‘new creation’ after all. I tried to stay positive, and focused on the good news, but when my bad news overwhelmed my mind and troubled my heart, I lost my grasp. As the years fly by, my passion flew with them. Until 2014.
And that brings us to today. This last year has been remarkable, even though it wasn’t perfect. I’ve matured in my faith. I know that my time on earth isn’t going to be a time of perfection, and with that knowledge, I have a renewed energy. I look around at a very lost world. I thought I was lost, and I was beginning to lose track of my purpose. For over half my life, I thought my purpose was easily defined by everything around me.
What joy I stand in today, as I’ve realized my purpose has absolutely nothing to do with what is going on around me, but everything to do with who is residing within me. As I challenge myself to move forward in the undressing of content, and put on the rekindled fire of passion, I fall deeper in love with Christ than I ever thought possible. He is filling me with desire and a longing that can’t be overcome by worldly obligation, trials, or pain.
Jesus came so that I might live, and through his blood being shed and by his resurrection, he won the victory over death, eternally and internally. I’m alive because He lives!
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