The Melodies That Remind Us

About 5 years ago I was given the opportunity to attend a two month trip to Spain, to actually spend time and work with missionaries from that country, live as they live, eat what they eat, speak what they speak and most importantly share the Gospel with every chance we got. As I currently listen to “Beauty for Ashes” by Shane and Shane memories of this trip flood my mind and I think of the great adventures I once had during that time. A 17 year old, not worrying about bills, money or the business and rush of getting things done. Here I was, flying over the Atlantic, restless, anxious and excited for the unknown, I was ready more than ever for unfamiliarity of the environment and culture I was about to indulge myself in.

I was on my own, not your ordinary mission’s trip, I was’t with a team or a church, but on my own to explore, to be stretched and challenged in my faith and to expose my eyes to the desperation, the hurt and the lost. My heart was so full, just ready for anything. I was’t doubtful or reliant on money or a job. I was like the child that Jesus talks about, a child not interested in the things of this world but interested in the adventures of the day, to run, play, not paying attention to the dirt and grass stains that could end up on my shirt at the end of the day. How I was just active with life and how I miss it so.

It’s been 5 years since that great experience and precious moment in my life. I sit now and continue to hear the melodies that once followed me through these moments of adventure and curiosity. A lot has happened since then. Perhaps I grew up to fast and began to rely on the materialistic things of this world that only brought temporary satisfaction. Perhaps my faith has become stale and lifeless. Perhaps I settled and became comfortable with the lifestyle I now live, accepting that this is the path that I’m on and living through the eyes of others who once stood . All along my heart pounds and longs to be that child again, the person who took the chance, seeking and jumping of the cliffs of opportunity. I long for my stomach to turn as I plunge into the refreshing waters that brought joy and excitement in my life. How I long to explore the people and share Christ with them with love and compassion, how I long to stretch my faith once again and rely on only what God can do.

To let go of pleasing people and satisfaction, to let go of normality and comfort, to shake of complacency and selfishness. I want to grasp on to my life once again and get everything that God wants for me, I want to LIVE like I'm dying.

Slowly I escape the routine of the day and get closer to the unknown in hopes to one day get back to leaving the foot track marks of adventure. Closer I get to stepping away from looking through the eyes of others and continue to write out my own story, hoping to leave a trail of legacy to the world one day.

Maybe soon I’ll be writing the fulfillment's of the black and white letters I leave with you today, retelling the adventures and stories soon to come.