Wednesday, August 31, 2011
A couple of days ago I was about to head out for an 8 mile walk. Before my walk I was chatting with my 13 year old daughter. We were having a great conversation so I was procrastinating a little to delay my walk.
Out of the blue Clara asked me a question. Lately she's asking a ton of great questions. It's actually been fun to see her brain developing. She's a bit of a skeptic and questions everything (wonder where she gets that from). But this question, this seemingly innocent question, sent me on a mental journey.
The back story..in April I began to work for a local non-profit, Habitat for Hope, that is a committed group of volunteers and staff who work to form community around families who have traveled to the mid-south to receive medical care for their children. It is a joy to work with this team of people and I've met some incredible families who face incomprehensible difficulty on a daily basis. As an organization, Habitat for Hope, offers services at no cost to families and is reliant on the generosity of others to cover the cost of these services. Also each staff person is responsible to individually raise support for his or her salary.
Which brings us to the conversation with Clara. The reason I'm about to head out to walk 8 miles is that I'm training for and walking a half-marathon to raise $$ for Habitat for Hope. I'm very excited about the race I'm walking because it happens to be in Ohio where our family lived for 12 years. A few friends are joining me walking/running this race to help raise $$ for Habitat for Hope. How cool is that?
Clara and I were talking about the half-marathon and she asked me the question, the dreaded question. "How much are you trying to raise?" I hesitated in answering her question. When I told her the amount. She asked a follow-up question. "How much have you raised?" (She might make a great reporter or lawyer one day). When I gave her the answer, she exclaimed..."THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!"
You know...she's right. It is impossible.
Of course this conversation happened right before I walked out the door to walk 8 miles. So, for over two+ hours I had a chance to think about and wrestle with these words, "that's impossible". However, I'm so thankful that earlier that morning I had read this post by a friend.
Because here is the bottom line as stated by my friend, Brad, "when we walk with Jesus – NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!"
Am I tempted to give up? YES
Am I tempted to get discouraged? YES
Am I tempted to worry and fret? YES
Is my faith as small as a mustard seed? YES
How desperately I want Clara and the rest of my children to know that following Jesus doesn't mean that we live a safe, comfortable, secure, pew-sitting, have-it-all figured out life. It means that we follow Jesus!!! Wherever He leads!!! And more often than not, where He leads us is impossible.
So for the next few weeks...I'm walking!!