My Turn on the Soapbox

So this is my family. That's my grandpa on the right in the red shirt and cap. It's a rather large family...this picture only includes a little over half of us. It's a good family. Very supportive and loving. My grandpa was a good man. Very devoted to his family. Loyal to his country (he was a WWII vet and very proud of it). But most importantly he loved God. He loved talking church with my dad. He pretty much just loved talking about anything to anyone that would listen. My grandma told me today she imagined that had he been with us at that particular moment he would have been talking our ears off. I seconded that notion and replied that he was definitely not very fond of quietness...he spent all of his time either talking or snoring.

I spent the past few days with my grandmother. Things are so different now. I walk into her house and can't help but feel like something is missing. There is a void...and no one knows what to do about it. I guess that is because there is nothing we can do about it. Except miss him and cry. Spending the last forty-eight hours holding the hand of a grieving widow definitely puts life into perspective. I love the Foundation, but I didn't want to come back. I think it is because even though my grandmother doesn't know Jesus, I knew He was there. He was holding her hand, too. He was crying, too. Oh Jesus is definitely present here at the WF. I guess I am just thinking about all the scriptures where Jesus says to comfort the widows, care for the orphans, feed the hungry, cloth the naked...you get my drift. Why do we all waste so much time sitting around thinking only about ourselves? We keep asking and asking and praying and praying...God, how will you use me? What will you do through me? What is Your will for me?
Should I do this? Should I go there? Blah, blah, blah. When will we realize that it isn't about us? When will we get up off our butts and start going out and doing the things Jesus has asked of us? He didn't tell us to sit around and try to figure it out first. He said GO. Comfort the widows. Care for the orphans. Clothe the naked and feed the hungry. Make disciples! I'm tired of trying to figure it all out, ya'll. I can't do it. My human brain is just too limited. But I can go. I can be His hands and feet. I don't have to understand it...and like I realized while I was sitting next to my grandmother, I don't even have to have the right words to say...Jesus is enough. Our willingness is enough. So let's go friends!!!