We started each morning [in London] with praise, prayer and preaching of the Word.
We went out, quietly breathing in the city and breathing out prayer.*
We ended the night [in London] with praise, prayer and preaching of the Word.
There was something so special about my days in London. I was more sensitive to things that matter – people – and I was excited to see God at work everywhere. No matter how tired I was, I was stoked for the day after the morning service. No matter how discouraged I was, I was rejuvenated from the day after the evening service.
Now that I’m back home, I have my schedule of work, auditions, classes, filming, writing, life stuff. I don’t get to spend all day roaming the streets, breathing in the city (thank God because LA air is eh) and praying.
The *above, middle filling, and the [place] may change, but I can still bookend my days with God.
Sometimes it’s really hard to get out of bed. I think, what’s the point. How is today going to be any different? Might as well just let the day pass and…tell me I’m not the only one. So I read my Bible, I ask God for grace and strength to really make the day count, to see people clearly, to not let the moments pass.
Sometimes the day felt like a waste because I spent way too many hours scrolling through old Facebook photos or reading silly articles. I was short with someone. I spent too much on a soggy sandwich, but I ate it because I hate wasting food. So before bed, I try to read the Bible, I ask God for grace and love to help me let go of doubt and anger, to lay my head down with peace, to receive rest for a new day.