It’s a wonderful life—one of those movies I watch every year, drives my other family members crazy because they aren’t fans. As I watched it this year and wondered yet again about the impact each one of us has on the other—I reflected on what would happen if just one person weren’t there. I’ve often wondered about the number of miscarried and aborted babies we have never met. Who would they have affected outside the realm of their families? How many friends have I missed out on?

What significant or insignificant things have you done or not done that changed another person’s life? Think on it, are you the living, breathing example of love and servanthood you were created to be? Have you touched the ones you come in contact with on a daily basis?

Who can you reach out to that seems invisible… the one you pass in the parking lot on the way to your car, the one at church who sits all the way in the corner seemingly to get to the door the fastest or perhaps they sit there because they feel as if they don’t belong… Are you being assertive? Are you kind to the cashier who seems not to know how to count back change or even to ring up your items?

What mark are you leaving?

Are you scarring or are you healing?

Would the world really be a better place without you?

Where is the Jesus in you? What are you waiting for? An invitation? Take some action, that person you were meant to minister to will not be there forever... take your blinders off.

Sunday Impression

Circle of four
Uplifted words
Praise and Supplication
Fellowship and love
Hands held tight
Impressions left…

You may wonder what kind of impression—well, let me explain. Our hands were so tightly held the impressions of fingers were left upon my hands.

I looked down and it struck me as symbolic, the One we were so fervently speaking to…, He leaves impressions on our lives and we so often ignore them.

Some would make the excuse that the marks our Heavenly Father leaves are not ones we can see, but those people should be reminded that, yes, in fact the imprint of His fingers are covering our lives, we just don’t look with the right vision—God-lenses, the eyes of one blessed to be a child of His.