If we could just look outside ourselves for one minute…

In my own little world it hardly ever rains. I’ve never gone hungry, always felt safe. I got some money in my pocket, shoes on my feet. In my own little world: Population me.

I try to stay awake through the Sunday morning church. I throw a twenty in the plate but I never give ’til it hurts. And I turn off the news when I don’t like what I see… It’s easy to do when it’s population me.

What if there’s a bigger picture? What if I’m missing out? What if there’s a greater purpose I could be living right now? Outside my own little world…

Stopped at a red light, looked out my window. Outside the car saw a sign, said “Help this homeless widow.” Just above this sign was the face of a human. I thought to myself, “God, what have I been doing?”. So I rolled down my window and I looked her in the eye. Oh how many times have I just passed her by? I gave her some money, then I drove on through… and my own little world reached population two.

Father, break my heart for what breaks Yours.

Give me open hands and open doors.

Put Your light in my eyes and let me see,

That my own little world is not about me.

[matthew west. my own little world.]


Heard this song on my way to work this morning. Convicting. Challenging. The cry of my heart.

Advertisements

About Amy

So here is where Wordpress encourages me to include some interesting and witty "biographical info". Biography essentially means 'life recorded' (thank you, basic Greek knowledge). I guess technically they should term it "autobiographical info" since I'm writing it about myself, right? Well, I'd like my autobiography to be about someone other than me. How's that for an oxymoron. Not to us, but to Your name be the glory [Psalm 115:1]
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s