It sounds exhausting, doesn't it?
I get that.
But there are so many ways to do small, good, things. If I can fall asleep, at what is most likely way to late of an hour, knowing that I made an effort to make the world better in a very small way, then I rest sweeter.
Do I save the world every day?
My version of goodness might just be spending an extra few minutes chatting with my neighbor who is struggling in life,
sending a quick text message to a friend,
or choosing to be thankful as I fold and sort a mountain of laundry, because that mountain of laundry represents the little ones entrusted to my care.
But some days the only good in me is holding my tongue when I want to absolutely
that my jumpy, fidgety daughter has yet again, spilled all over the table.
Because, let me tell you. All that is in me wants to freak out. Some days I just pray that we can survive breakfast without a spill. I consider those mornings a gift.
But in my annoyance when I am spending my nearly daily ritual of cleaning up some sort of spill, I rarely see past the fact that in my frustration, I am taking something for granted.
Water that does my laundry. Water that bathes my children. Water that I mop the floor with. Water that fills our cups.
So some days, my goodness is small. Globally insignificant.
But other days I want my goodness to change the world. If only for one person. One family. One community.
Last year God planted a dream in my heart. A dream that my sweet friends believed in. A dream that you believed in.
Together we built
We altered the future for two communities.
We chose goodness.
It is time to do it again.
We are dreaming again. Trusting again. Believing that
we can accomplish infinitely more than we would ever dare to ask or hope.
Will you join us?
Please visit Project 320 to learn more.
This year is going to be even better.
We simply cannot wait.