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How long does it take you to get ready to go? Maybe it changes based on where you are going, or whether or not you have a babysitter.

Do you know anyone that is always late? Maybe that is you. I am getting better at that but still guilty of being late often. Its a bad habit. And I'm working on it.

Are you ready for Jesus? Like, do you want Jesus to come back tonight? While my instinct is to say "yes, of course", I have to pause and get honest. Admittedly, I am a little scared of the unknown. Not overwhelming fear, like when I was a teen reading the Left Behind series, but a bit of an uneasy feeling. Do I know anyone that is not prepared spiritually for that moment?

This post was initially inspired by a song I was listening to on Spotify by Trip Lee. It is called Ready (feat. Dimitri Mcdowell) about losing his father and facing death. Little fact about me, I like rap music and I really like Trip Lee's lyrical style. After discovering this song, I decided to email myself letters to people, particularly my children, kinda like a just in case because I want them to know me. I want them to know how much I love them and how much God loves them. That he sent his one and only Son to die for us to give us eternal life. Perhaps this sounds morbid or perhaps it is a testament of my love for my family.

A few days ago, I was thinking of how God is so patient that he wants to let everyone be able to receive grace. There is a missionary that spent 30 plus years living in a remote village in a part of the world not frequently visited. This family worked with the people, learning their language, then creating an alphabet with them so that they could write the entire New Testament in that language. Recently, together, after many challenges along the way, the Gospel has been brought to this people in their own language. How awesome is that! A life's work, both from the missionary and from some very specific people in that community. Now they will be able to get to know Jesus and the Holy Spirit will be able to impact their lives in a whole new way.

This reminds me not to take advantage of the availability of the Scripture that I can get on my phone, in print, in several translations in my language. I'm so blessed that I can hardly see it to really understand. 

And this reminds me that there are people in my life that still need Jesus. While I may be struggling with some pain and wish that it could be over but God is not punishing me. God has been incredibly patient with me too. 

How do I learn to be genuinely patient, not self-seeking? Please pray with me.

Dear Lord, Thank you for Your abundant and merciful patience. I am not you, please forgive me when I try to step into your place. You are all knowing and You have a plan. Gently lead me and help me to embrace Your direction, even when it may feel uncomfortable and unfamiliar. Thank you for Your Holy Word. I don't want to take You for granted. The gift of grace is beyond comprehension some days because I know I don't deserve it and I cannot earn it. Help me to live unashamed of the Gospel. In Jesus Name, amen.

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