The last thing I felt like doing that day was shining for Jesus. I know Jesus calls us to be the light of the world, but the blazing sun had already zapped my energy—did Austin really even need more light?—and the last thing I felt like doing was going to Target to buy baby clothes and driving a half hour to visit my friend home from the hospital after childbirth.
Reading a book in my air-conditioned bedroom sounded more inviting. (What was even wrong with me? My friend was a refugee from a war-torn country, and all I could think about was air-conditioning?)
Somehow, I managed to eke out a prayer for grace and get in the car. [Read more…]