I Am Not Finished

I am not finished.

This is the thought that hit me as I did my quiet time and read the words, "So then each of us will give an account of himself to God." (Romans 14:12, ESV)

One day when either I take my last breath or He returns for me I will be asked to give an account of my life.
What will I say?
What have I done that matters, that really matters, that I would be proud to tell God I did?
What have I done that I will whisper and mutter, ashamed to show my guilt before my Father?
Will I be able to collapse at His feet and say "That's it. I gave my all for You until I had nothing left."?

We know the age, friends. Time is dwindling away until His return. Every second counts. Whether I go home tired and wrinkled or with youth still coursing through me, I want to have "fought the good fight". There's no time to waste! This is urgent! There is work to be done! There are people every second dying without ever hearing the name of Jesus!

It breaks my heart. I forget about them. I become so consumed in the little things of my life, the confusion and the details, that I forget. I forget about a girl named Sierra. A boy named Josh. People who I've seen them and talked with them and yet they're dying. Dying and still dead. They don't know Christ. They don't have hope.

This is why sponsoring a child is such an important call. More than the clothes and the education and the food, they hear about Jesus. We have the greatest hope to ever exist and yet we keep it a secret?

This is why missions is so important. Billions of people are literally the walking dead, and yet we neglect to tell them the one thing that would give them life?

I'll admit, these words are just as much, if not more, for me than for you. I have forgotten them. I have ignored them. I have been careless. But this is a call to live all in. I have a bracelet from the Dare 2 Share event "Follow" that says "All in." I haven't taken it off since March as a constant reminder. Yet so often I have failed to live up to the call which I answered. No longer.

You see, I am not finished yet. As long as I am still breathing, the call stands. To pray. To go tell. To fight the fight and advance the Kingdom. Every day I must make the choice to live "All in" so that when my time comes I may give an account worth telling.