One day I will be gone...

One day, I will be gone, and if I am known for anything, may it be that I was courageous with my faith.
I don’t want to live safe.
I don’t want to live small.
I don’t want to get to the end and realize I chose comfort over courage.
I want to live with a faith that is bold.
A faith that loves even when it’s hard.
A faith that brings light into dark places.
A faith that forgives when the world would question why.
A faith that lays down my craving for what feels fair, my desire for revenge, and instead reaches for something greater...
Helping people see Jesus.
Because His love is the only love that can heal what’s broken.
And His Kingdom is the only Kingdom that will last.
You can feel it right now.
Something is rising.
Something greater than the evil we see, greater than the fear we feel.
It’s not about politics.
It’s not about a nation.
It’s about a King.
And a Kingdom.
And the invitation that is for everyone, no matter who they are or where they’ve been.
So this is how I choose to live:
In the middle of the darkness, I will carry light.
In the middle of hate, I will choose love.
In the middle of despair, I will hold on to hope.
In the middle of brokenness, I will speak grace.
I will speak Jesus' truths, and when that is to someone who disagrees with me, they will know my love for them is stronger than the disagreement.
Because the world doesn’t need more revenge.
It doesn’t need more chaos.
It needs Jesus.
And I want my life to make that undeniable.