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Two Hours

July 18th, 2018

What could you do with two hours?

Take a nap, read a book, have coffee with a friend or even change a life.

This week I have had two hours from Sunday through tomorrow to spend with small kids trying to change their lives. I only have 8 hours with them which is a exponentially small fraction of their lives. But in those 8 hours how much could we change?

I mediated on this in church on Sunday and realized that the impact could be huge or nothing at all. I think in the grand scheme of it all my job is to love them. Even if they don't learn or get anything else from this week, they have to know someone loves them.

I won't know what kind of home the kids come from or what they are going home to but for two small hours I get to be a part of their lives. It's like being a missionary but getting to do it in my own backyard.

This time I don't have to overcome a language barrier as I did in Panama but that doesn't make it any easier. To get out of my comfort zone and show a kid that they matter. That can be tough. Even loving the kids who want nothing to do with VBS.

I realized that no matter the amount of time you get in someone's life it matters. Two seconds in passing, two minutes waiting for an elevator, two hours at VBS, two days at school or two years in someone's life. All of it matters. No interaction with anyone is insignificant.

Therefore, if every interaction is important than it's pertinent as ever to show people love. Even if it's only two seconds that is two more seconds of God's love than they had before.

What would you do with your two hours?

xoxo,
Em


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