Living the good life...

I'm staying at my godmother's house...her and my mum have been friends for years and our families have grown up together. Her kids are the same age as my sister and I, plus Sophia, who's 14. Tom and James, her sons, are at Canterbury Uni studying. Because Rob and Pete live in Greenlane West and its 10min. from Carey, I'm staying here one night a week to hang with Soph while Rob and Pete can go out, and to just make travel easier.

The thing that gets me is how they live! Amazing, beautiful people. Lovely, so lovely! A doctor and a counsellor/house-wife. And their house is amazing ! Old, big, huge, renovated, tragically beautiful. A mini-mansion in an incredible location...

But the difference that Intermission, and God, has made in me in the last few weeks is that I feel uncomfortable being here. Its so generous that Rob and Pete have opened their lives to me, but...what about all the people that aren't in feather beds tonight? Or the kids who are live in 2-room flat with a family of 7? What about the homeless who aren't warm, the kids who didn't get lasange for dinner, the families who's house's are a ticking time bomb of infection or decay or even just emotional turmoil?
I think that this is what I've gotten out of the last little while. Before, I would have revelled in this comfort with no second thoughts. But now I am SO AWARE of what Jesus wants to be done - I am so aware that there are orphans, widows, broken people out there that are not as blessed as me !
"Freely you have received, freely give." Matt.10:8b

Jesus is so much more real to me now.
I can't stop thinking about the brokenness that I am called toward...

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