Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it

“But put on  the  Lord Jesus Christ, and make  no   provision   for the   flesh , to gratify its desires.”—Romans 13:14 There truly is a greater joy than our fleshly comfort.   I don’t really recognize myself right now.   I’m not sure if it’s the new city I’m in or the fanny pack I wear, but somehow God’s voice is more prevalent.   Knocking on doors just seems to remove all that is familiar to me.   As a whole, I see more clearly His divine calling in this place.   He has been preparing me for this for a long time.    “For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”—Ephesians 2:10 I don’t have to worry about perfection, because God will accomplish what He wants through this.   I pray I will be more attuned to his voice.   Wow.

“My name is Lucas.   I have Aspergers,”   said the little boy of about seven years old.   I don’t know why out of my entire first week of selling, this skinny boy with glasses sticks out in my mind the most.   His parents didn’t buy.   As I packed up my books and was about to head for the door I sat one more moment at the kitchen table and pulled out the science “Explore and Learn” sample book.   “Lucas, come here really quick!”   The boy scurried from his building blocks in the living room and intently looked down at the pages.   He peered through his glasses like an old man reviewing his tax return statements.   Vigorously, Lucas flipped through the pages, one by one, and scanned each as if he read the entire thing in one minute.   Within that minute, God filled me with an overwhelming love for this little boy.   He has a disability, but what did that matter?   What was so amazing was his vigor and drive for life.   Somehow, this boy taught me more about living in that moment, than

God is sending me out on an adventure, which by my standards contains no boat or plane ride to Europe, so it’s hardly an adventure at all.  Selling books door-to-door—please, this will just be a musing to tickle my faith and trust in Christ. The pit of my stomach does not believe those words.  Am I absolutely mad?!  As I packed up my things and left Starbucks for the last time, I realized this is going to change my life.  I made plans to do a lot of things but I find that I’m doing exactly what I have violently planned against.  I would not have chosen college or the bookfield.  Somehow though I am finding enchantment in these strange places, for His power is made perfect in my weakness.  If to live is Christ, I will seek my greater joy in His glory while out there.  Now Father, I am weak.  Please perfect your strength in me, for that will be my greatest joy.  I only ask for your mercy.  This is a mercy to me now. “But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is