Getting off the Bus

God finds amazing ways to humble me.

Last week, my flat iron broke. For me, that is tragic. I HAD to have another one before the following morning ;)
So, that night, after hanging out with my friends, I headed off to Walgreens to find me a hair straightener. No luck. Frustrated, I traveled across town to Wal-Mart (its about 12:30-1 in the morning at this point). I knew this would be a quick trip. No luck. With a mini mental breakdown in the aisle of Wal-Mart that doesn't have what I want. Fine, I could go another day without my beloved straightener. I would just wear my hair up the next day and borrow my mother's for the necessities. Done. Okay, leaving Wal-Mart empty-handed and even more frustrated. At this point, my only thought was going home and going to bed.

On my way out of the parking lot I noticed a large, black, charter bus with people getting off carrying luggage. My first thought was that someone's bus broke down and they were unloading to get on another one. But as I got closer, I realized what was really happening in the parking lot of Wal-Mart at almost 1 in the morning. Mexicans. Mexicans were getting off the bus grabbing their luggage. They were coming here, like many others, for work. They were getting off a bus in the parking lot of Wal-Mart in a foreign country that speaks a foreign language. Their courage alone humbled me.

What if....what if WE were that courageous. WE as Christians....what if WE were as courageous as those Mexicans getting off that bus into a new life. When I see something new or scary, I feel as though I should run. But that is not what we are called to do. We are called to go boldly. Those Mexicans were getting dropped off to provide a better life for themselves and their family. They chose that. What if you took a risk like that in your faith? How would that change you? They took a risk...they went boldly...they were courageous. Are you? Get off the bus.

Blessings,

Faith