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It’s About The Small Things

So, I don’t have anything super awesomely “spiritual” to say in this blog. I know it’s been almost two months since we last updated and for those of you that are still reading I’m sending out a high five in your honor. Thank you!
As for the past two months Anna and I have been busy with worship leading at First AG in Gladewater. I have also had the opportunity to preach a week ago and am currently getting ready to preach this Wednesday and Sunday evening. While I was at CFNI one of my professors prophesied that God would put me in leadership very quickly, I had no idea that it would be where we are at. It’s pretty funny when you get a word like, “…you will be in a line like this one, only instead of being prayed for you will be the one praying for others…you will be places in leadership very quickly…” because if your mind works anything like mine you automatically think of something HUGE. Like being in leadership at a church of 3,000 people or leading a crusade and seeing an entire city turn to Jesus OR being the first family to pioneer a colony on the moon…or not. I have found that although big things like this take place too many people it’s because they have been given responsibility in the small things and have shown faithfulness in those small things.
God has given Anna and I many “small” things lately and I believe it is to get us ready for the “big” things He will be having us do one day. I want a large family so that we can take over the world but if I can’t take care of and raise one child the way that I need to and know I should then why should God bless us with more children? I pray that God would see me as faithful in the small things.
In other news, I ate WAY too much food for Thanksgiving…

In Him,
Kolby

Who Am I?

Lying on a bamboo floor; a thatch roof above me, chickens and rooster below me, I could hear the soft patter of the rain on the dried leaves, and the slow rumble of the thunder in the distance. The candle we had lit that evening was causing shadows to jump and dance on the walls around me. Lying there under my mosquito net I lay thinking of the previous day; a day full of travel up, around, and down mountains, jokes Leslie and Jillian told in the van, seeing the children run up and down the dirt road as we pulled up, putting on a puppet show and feeling like my arm was going to fall off at the shoulder (you don’t know what a real workout is until you try operating puppet for 10 minutes), making a piñata and seeing the kids faces as candy fell from it, and all of the joyful smiles and laughter not just from the children but from the adults. I remember playing follow the leader with a group of boys and somehow (it always comes to this in some way) ended up throwing the boys into the air and by the time I felt my arms could take no more, got tackled and piled on by all them. All of the laughing, laughing, laughing.

Who am I? Who am I to get to bring joy to the hurting, depressed, and lonely? Who am I to get to bring the love of Jesus to those who have never heard His name? Who am I to hold the hand and love on a baby that will never know his/her earthly father? Who am I to lead a man to Jesus while his wife is dying in the hospital bed next to us? Who am I to pray for the sick and see them healed? Who am I?!

All of these thoughts racing through my mind as I lay there on the floor and God decided to speak to my heart. He didn’t say much, but it was enough to pierce my heart to its core, to change the course of my life…again. He said five simple yet profound words, “This is where you belong…”

I couldn’t help it… I smiled.

-Kolby