Sacrifice.

Am I even aware of what this life really means? Yes, I have chosen you, and yes this is who I choose to serve. But I don't really know what it means to suffer for my faith. We are free here to worship as we wish, we are used to our comforts, we are safe in our houses and jobs. What more do we need? Sacrifice is a word I know but do I feel it? Do I look at it with joy? Is my heart content with this world or do I long for another truer world that is called my home? Do I fight for it? Is it something I seek after and watch for as if it were my last bit of food and it is the only thing that will satisfy this ache in my belly? "Others were tortured and refused to be released, so that they might gain a better resurrection." (Hebrews 11"35) What kind of devotion must that be? Do I have it? Or am I still devoted to the silly play things of this world? There is a resurrection waiting for each of us. Our eternities. And it comes swiftly. OH, to have the faith of our ancestors, wrapped in strength, love, courage, and sacrifice. When suffering comes, let me not run away from it but rather face it with joy and the belief that it is worth it for my God and Savior. Whatever they may ask of me, let me think of my eternity and sacrifice for them now for a wonderful blessing will come.