I remember distinctly this period of time when I was in college when I decided that I wanted to be more committed to my faith.
At the time, I was going to school full-time and working a few different jobs when I wasn't in class—I felt stretched pretty thin by all of my responsibilities. At that same time, I was also living in a Catholic dorm, surrounded by other young adults who were "on fire" with their faith, and one of them—a close friend—invited me to go to the chapel every morning before class and pray.
I had never really done that before, at least not in a habitual way every day. And it took me a while to get comfortable doing it—to figure out a rhythm of how to pray and what to say when I was there.
Eventually, my thoughts would go to, "What do I want to do with my life? Am I on the right path?"
I considered how I was spending my time—what I was studying, the jobs I was working, and who I was spending my time with, and one thing kept coming to mind: how there was just something different about the people in my Catholic dorm. They seemed happy—happier, and maybe more resilient, maybe more courageous. It was really appealing to me—this difference within them.
I thought of them today as I read about the radiance of Moses' face in the reading.
Those who know the Lord intimately and who speak with Him frequently—they're different. And those of us who encounter them know it—we see it, we know that it's a good kind of different, and we're inclined to walk towards whatever it is that might help us be that kind of changed too.
Where have you noticed that good kind of different lately and how can you walk towards it this week?