Start Somewhere

[DISCLAIMER: I am by no means an expert on VOM, and I certainly have not done extensive research on any of the founders. Anything said in this post is what I’ve picked up and learned along the way, and I apologise for any misinformation, I assure you it’s not intentional. If you want to find out more about Voice of the Martyrs, you can check out their website: https://www.persecution.com/]

In my quiet time devotional this morning (Extreme Devotion, by the Voice of the Martyrs; hands down my favourite devotional of all time), I read about the founders of Voice of the Martys.

They lived in the communist country of Romania, soon after it was taken over by the USSR in the mid 1900s. Obviously, they’d been told very strongly to not talk out against the communist government. The couple, however, felt that God was calling them to at least tell the stories of those in persecution.

Now you might be thinking- Great, so they started The Voice of the Martyrs and told everyone about it, the end. Oh, if only it was that easy.

Richard and Sabina Wurmbrand had both sent many many years in prison for their underground ministry. Sabina was even thrown in a work prison for women, where she was forced to carry and move heavy stones in the cold and rainy weather. Even when both were eventually released, they lived with the knowledge that they could easily be taken back to the dark centre of the communist nation.

So yeah. Not as easy a decision as it might look.

Nevertheless, the Wurmbrands refused to let the Enemy win. They refused to succumb to the overwhelming amount of “what if”s and doubts. Even though they didn’t know where to start, they took a step in faith and started.

Now, Voice of the Martyrs is a growing ministry, dedicated to serving persecuted Christians and telling their stories to raise awareness. Just because two people refused to listen to doubts and fear.

That’s all great, yeh? But odds are you aren’t currently being physically persecuted for something you believe, so how about something that hits a bit closer to home?

What’s something you’re afraid to start? What’s something you’re uncertain about, making it hard to find a good starting place?

Everything starts somewhere.

That somewhere looks different for you than it would for me, because people are subjective. Unfortunately, there isn’t a “one size fits all”, as much as we wish there was. There isn’t because nothing worth having is easy to get. That would just degrade it’s worth.

For me personally, some things I had to start this past week were- Looking into colleges and scholarships (the future is scary, y’all), being more intentional with family (family is probably the easiest thing to take for granted, at least for me), and redesigning my room (which sounds way harder than it was, I literally just painted and rearranged).

So see? Nothing too extreme. Certainly, none of those things are going to cost me my life to do. But to me personally, they were hard things. Like I said- Subjectivity.

You have a few more weeks left of summer break (unless you work full time, in which case. . .uhm. . .you have a few more weeks left of extreme heat), what are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about those tasks or personal goals lurking in the shadows?

You gotta start somewhere.

I’m Boredddd

Have you ever been around a young child? Odds are you’ll hear “I’m bored” several times in the span of thirty-minutes. After all, a child’s attention span rivals that of a goldfish.

Honestly, that’s not just a little kid thing though. Teens especially get bored. Happens a lot around this time, right? School’s not too far off, but it’s far enough away for summer break to have lost it’s excitement of nothingness.

With high-speed internet and something always happening on social media, we’re used to being entertained 24/7. So when there’s suddenly down time, whether it’s because you forgot to charge your phone, or it’s because you’re being forced to wait in line at the ice cream shop, our first thought is- I’m bored.

Sure, we can stare at a wall and think up thoughts, but that only lasts a few minutes. Goodness, if we have to wait for WiFi to reboot for longer than 5 minutes we get bored!

A friend of mine recently sent a screenshot to a group chat of a book she’s reading. It basically said- Teens take boredom for granted.

*coughs*

Excuse me?

Boredom is a blessing?

Well, believe it or not, with the right perspective (*winks*) it is. Why? Because it means we have time on our hands, even if it’s just mental time.

Think back less than a hundred years ago, when teens our age were getting jobs, getting married, going to college early- All the things. They couldn’t afford to be bored. They had to support their families and get an education.

We, on the other hand, can afford to work at boring jobs that allow us time to think. We can afford sleeping in until late morning. We can afford to sit around the house all day doing nothing but whimpering “I’m bored”. . .*totallyhasn’tdonethis*.

It’s all about perspective.

But since we’re on the topic of bored, I might as well add that in order to be bored it means one has an excess of time on one’s hands. Or in one’s head, if you’d like to get legalistic *grinz*.

Now, if you’d like to continue to take the blessing of boredom and flop around all day, then by all means- Have at it! You only get summers as a kid, right?

However, if you wanna make your boredom count, and make something of the blessing, try changing the “I’m bored” time to the “I feel alive” time.

Do something fun but productive with your summer break and your free time in general. Find a new hobby and research it. Call some friends and be bored together and laugh together while chatting. Memorise some Scripture verses, learn a new skill.

(and, I mean, we’re all stuck in quarantine, so why don’t you try out your skills in the kitchen? Maybe you’ll become the next 5-star home cook. . .and well, if not, you can always eat the products of your labour. . .)

This post went all over the place, but essentially- Boredom is a blessing, don’t waste it.

Cheerio 😉