Wednesday, August 22, 2012

My reation to our "Obamacare" insurance adjustment letter


Sometimes I want to scream. At the top of my lungs. From the rooftop. 

Sometimes I feel completely helpless to fight injustice and like nothing I do will make a difference. I want to storm Washington; I want to single-handedly save every child; I want to convert the world. Then I feel overwhelmed.

 Sometimes I feel like a German civilian 75 years ago, scared to speak out.

Then I realize that’s not in my ability, or quite my calling to storm the capitol. And I see something like a reminder of a saying of Mother Theresa’s (thanks for posting, Cindy).



And I remember that I have a place. I have a role, I have a specific sphere of influence. God has made very clear to me what my role in this mess is – I’m to:
1.     Seek holiness
2.     Love my family and keep pointing them toward heaven – especially my husband and daughter
3.     Make films that point people toward him and help them to heal – right now, The Best Gift, You Follow Me Like The Moon, and Brother’s Keeper
4.     Show God’s love and Christian example to the 19 students and at least 18 cast/crew members in my sphere of influence

I realize that only part of the issue is that our health insurance was just raised by $59 a month to fund, in part, services that go completely against our moral code and beliefs. If I do not do my part, with myself and those 40+ people God has put in my life, RIGHT NOW, to fall more in more in love with God and realize they shouldn't use, desire, or support those services... I am deficient. 

What is God calling you to do - not what do you think you should do - at this point in your life?