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Someone called me a World Changer this week.
As much as I preach that we women have to learn to accept compliments offered genuinely with grace, I must admit, I grimaced.
Not because I don’t want to be a world changer or because I do not want anyone to recognize me as one.
It’s just the opposite exactly.
I’m afraid I want it too much.
And since there is nothing at all glorious about what is actually required to change the world — put in a load of laundry, kiss a little head, breathe, speak life and love into a hurting heart, equip a young man to follow God’s call, cook a pot of beans, open the door to the stranger, make room at the inn, bandage the bloody and listen to the cries of the needy.
Just do what there is to do now. Love who there is to love. Serve in the way that life requires you to this moment. Repeat.
So when someone calls me a world changer, I start to wonder if I am talking too much and doing too little. Wonder what I did to put the glory on myself instead of God. Wonder what I need to CHANGE in me to really CHANGE the world.
Doing small things with great love. Yes, that is it.
And sometimes that is the hardest part of the world to change right there.
I beg the grace to be one of the ones who changes the world by getting that right.
Lord, let my love be born in you and be poured out on the least of your little ones, and give me the grace to beg that in the exchange, I become invisible. Amen.