I'm not a foreign missionary anymore. I'm not in the field fighting for the lives of the Ukrainians no matter the odds. I'm just a "normal" person now. Working a "normal" job. There are no terrorists around demanding a sacrifice, demanding I give up my friends, my life, my God. For some reason I was thinking about this today. Sometimes, even though I'm in the "normal" world, I am put right in the middle of a hostage situation. I fight an enemy who is asking me to give up, to sacrifice my attitude or morals, or just my mood or work ethic. Every day I fight. Every day we are in a hostage situation; some days are more hostile than others. We may not realize it, but we are there and we do fight.
Some days I give in to the enemy. Instead of choosing Joy, choosing Light, choosing Excellence, I choose a bad mood, easily angered. I choose making fun of the person who may be a little different, griping about the person who may be a little difficult. I choose slacking off, waiting until the last minute to actually do my job. I choose the enemy instead of the God who chose me, and chooses me every day. God chose me to go to Ukraine; He chose me to move back to Arkansas; He chose me to move to Colorado; He chose me to work in Financial Aid when I wanted to do anything but; He chose my life instead of the life of His son. The least I can do is chose him. In my every day hostage situations, my every day that the enemy tries to get me to choose him. I fight to choose to be a light in the darkness of the "normal" every day life.