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Update - Post Vacation

This isn't much of a post -- it's just a reminder that I'm still here.

I don't know if it's just a straight-up fear that this is another project I'm going to end up abandoning. I don't think I will. There were several points while on vacation this past week when I wanted to reach for my keyboard. I almost attempted to write a blog post while on vacation, but promptly decided that would take too long. (That and I still need the world's longest nap.)

So yeah. I had a lot of introspective thoughts while on vacation. Here's one in particular that I managed to post on Twitter:
So I got to thinking tonight about when Jesus sends out the 72...we overlook this a lot because it’s so glamorous to have Jesus with his followers, chillin and teaching them things and what not. But even before he left Jesus was sending peeps out to do stuff in his name. Anywhoozle in Luke 10 he gives specific instructions about this and he said if the people in town do not welcome you, to go into the streets and wipe off your sandals. The NCV says: “Even the dirt from your town that sticks to our feet we wipe off against you.” And of course we always read that as, “We tried to tell people we were right and they went against us so we dusted our feet off and were like, bitches, we out. You ain’t gonna listen when we’re right? We get the glory and you get to suffer.” 

BUT. Perhaps they do that not for the people of the town, but for themselves? 

How many times have we stayed in positions and places that we know are bad for us, but for whatever reason we stay? Abusive situations? Places full of hate and fear? I think that God calls us to wipe the dirt off our sandals and turn tail not necessarily to spite the people we’re leaving, but to protect ourselves from what may derail our faith. Too often people stay and pray for those who hurt them, and instead lose their light. If I have to hear one more story about a woman of any color convinced she could turn her abusive husband to Jesus, I might throw up. Girl. Get the dirt off your sandals and get yourself to a safe haven. (And I’ve been there. It’s hard. But not impossible.)

So if there are people whom you’ve tried to reconcile and it’s still not working, it’s okay to leave. Let God handle them, where they are at. Let your focus be God alone, the light and love that keeps this rock spinning. (Cause we sure ain’t helping that at all.)

There will be more. Lots more.
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