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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

My little MK

My family has had the amazing opportunity to work with many events and groups as we travel for Cwtrials and my husband performs bike stunts and shares the Gospel. We have learned a ton, grown, been tired and dehydrated, and chased our little dancing daughter who is wild eyed from a missed nap.

Today was different.

We weren't part of the "agenda", our church was hosting a mission team from Louisiana and I just showed up with the kids to be part of the park event they were putting on. No biking, no coordinating, just me and the two kids.

Honestly, sometimes I get insecure about what people 
think about me or my family when we are at these events. 
I don't want my daughter to be "that kid
who doesn't get out of the bounce house, or "that wife..."  

Can I tell you what really blessed my heart today?
Seeing one of the Louisiana team girls take my little one by the hand and bring her to get a snow cone.
I almost had tears while I tried to keep a straight face and keep my conversation going. Just a moment later, a teen handed the Louisianan woman I was speaking with a snow cone, to offer to me. 

I wanted to say something like "y'all don't need to be ministering to me!" I thought maybe they didn't realize "who I was" (not high and lofty but rather, 'hey it's just the cyclists wife and kid') We don't need these treats, they are for the ones you are here to share Jesus with.

Do you get it? Because here I am a few hours later with rubber fingers from washing dishes, both kids in bed and it hits me- 
"They were being Christ to ME!" 
Just because I know Him, just because I have "met" Him doesn't mean we stop loving on and ministering to each other. In the midst of this, I feel sheepish because it is what we (my husband and I) believe and it is what we preach! The Good News that Jesus LOVES me and died for ME is a message just for ME! It isn't something I hear and believe, receive once and I'm done. It's and endless song I need to play over and over because I forget it.

We forget sometimes in all of our "sharing with the non-believers/ unchurched/ unsaved/ lost" that Jesus didn't just die for THEM, but He died for ME (YOU!!!). We forget to love each other.

Shortly after that incident, something came up and I referred to my own kid as a MK (missionary kid) because folks that is what she is. I don't want her to get swept up in the 'Jesus died for them, but secretly not me.' I want her to ministered to (definition- to attend the needs of) I want her to be included because SHE NEEDS JESUS TOO! "Churched" or "Unchurched", frankly, I have met too many missionary kids and pastors kids who didn't turn out any better or any different than the ones who weren't. It comes down to choice and I can't save my kid, I can't make her love Jesus, I can't rescue her heart and soul. Only Jesus can. Just because she grows up hearing it does NOT make her more likely to believe that her one true hope, joy and redemption comes from receiving the love of Jesus Christ that He poured out to her through His life sacrifice.

So to this team who took a 3 day long journey up here in a bus, have been serving their hearts out, spilling love and truth throughout this city, THANK YOU. You have not only been a blessing to the people we have been pouring into- you have been a blessing to OUR hearts.

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