After several Fridays off due to weddings and a week in Haiti, I'm back to 5 minute Friday where I join with other writers to write purely for the joy of the craft. Unscripted. Unedited. Real. Today's word....
My feet beat the jungle path, a tiny black hand in each of mine - a daily posture in every village we visited. Every house a new adventure, an unknown conversation, an opportunity.
For 7 days and over miles and multiple villages, we traveled, by bus or by foot. Each moment authentic, intentional, raw.We took good news of the "best way" as the Haitians call it.
I can't help but think that life is better there, even though they have nothing. They understand dependency on the only One who can Provide. They are traveling the right path. I wonder if we've lost sight of the path here in our comfortable, American culture.
We are called to live intentionally, authentically, like we did in Haiti. Make the most of every opportunity. Approach any house the Lord places in our path, gathering around the porch, and praying for one another, sharing the love of Jesus, being His hands and feet.
The same God that thrives in the simplicity of Haiti, exists in the bustle of Dallas. The people here are no different. They still need me to show the love of Jesus. And it's amazing that it took a trek on a jungle path to illuminate the path I often miss in my concrete jungle at home.
Are you on the right path?
Linking up with the Gypsy Mama.
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My feet beat the jungle path, a tiny black hand in each of mine - a daily posture in every village we visited. Every house a new adventure, an unknown conversation, an opportunity.
For 7 days and over miles and multiple villages, we traveled, by bus or by foot. Each moment authentic, intentional, raw.We took good news of the "best way" as the Haitians call it.
I can't help but think that life is better there, even though they have nothing. They understand dependency on the only One who can Provide. They are traveling the right path. I wonder if we've lost sight of the path here in our comfortable, American culture.
We are called to live intentionally, authentically, like we did in Haiti. Make the most of every opportunity. Approach any house the Lord places in our path, gathering around the porch, and praying for one another, sharing the love of Jesus, being His hands and feet.
The same God that thrives in the simplicity of Haiti, exists in the bustle of Dallas. The people here are no different. They still need me to show the love of Jesus. And it's amazing that it took a trek on a jungle path to illuminate the path I often miss in my concrete jungle at home.
Are you on the right path?
Linking up with the Gypsy Mama.
