I wrote last Monday on my difficult time learning to accept God’s call to live for Him in my ordinary life, instead of traveling to minister to others via a mission trip.  Jay was a little offended by the post.  While it was not my intention, he took it to mean I thought being married to him was a chore. 

I attempted to convey my heart on the matter: frankly put its hard to “witness” to someone who’s heard you drop the “f” bomb.  Especially when said bomb was intended to hit him them.

Exhausting.  Hard.  Thankfully those of you who commented seemed to understand the point I was trying to make.

Later in the day, I had a {oh-so-tiny} shot at redemption.  A scene staring BJay:

Jay: takes the last cold soda (cherry diet Pepsi) from the fridge and cracks it open.
Brooke: wrinkles her nose
Jay: What?
Brooke: Nothing.  long dramatic pause. That was supposed to be mine.  I let you have all the others.  That one’s diet so you won’t drink it.
Jay: But its cherry, so I will.
Brooke: Oh. looks sad
Jay: You can have it if you want it.
Brooke: No, its okay.  Jesus wants you to have it.
Jay: No, take it.
Brooke: Jesus wants you to have it.
Jay: Its okay.  Take it.
Brooke: HURRAH!  Jesus wants me to have it!!
I’m pretty sure the above interaction isn’t what 1 Peter 3:1 had in mind.  Now that we have the 2 examples of how not to live missionally, why don’t we consider ways we can purpose this week to reach others for Christ. 
In the comments, I’d love to hear your ideas for things we can do right where we are to show the world around us God’s love.