Over and over again...

by Sarah

We offer up our lives as a sacrifice. It can be the tiniest thing that sets it off, the weighing of the sacrifice for the reality of the life we are living. Yesterday it happened to be a FaceTime home to wish my Dad a Happy Birthday when all of a sudden all of the faces of our family are popping up on the screen. It was a whirlwind of "hey, how's it going" and "Happy Birthday" over a ton of background noise. It was fun to see those precious faces. But, as soon as good byes and I love you's are said and the computer screen goes black you can hear a pin drop in our house. Each one of us lost in our own thoughts of all the fun and laughter going on across the blank computer screen. The snuggles of babies who will not recognize us next time we see them, the fun cousins are having on the 4-wheeler, and the stories and jokes we have heard hundreds of times but would give just about anything to be sitting in the heat on that back porch in Louisiana listening to at that moment.  We all retreat to our own corner of the house to reflect on what we are missing. Then we all pile in the car to head to our friends house to play games. Friends who willingly let our kids in on the fun even though they have no kids of their own and a little of our life here is redeemed. Then we go to church this morning and participate in something way bigger than we are and we learn and we worship and we are reminded that our hearts burn at the feet of Jesus, that we bring all that we are to the feet of Jesus and our lives are redeemed at the feet of Jesus. We offer up once again the sacrifice of all we are missing out on living so far from family so that others can not miss out on the hope of eternity with their Savior.