I've been gone a long time. So many things take place in your heart while you're living life. Sometimes it's too deep to share, there are no words.
I've come across a couple of blogs lately that I wonder how I got there and when I'll ever find the time but I want so badly to read every word. To rest and reflect. I can tell there's a part of me that still wants to be on the foreign mission field. I know I'm getting more used to being here but there's that feeling that something is missing...or that I'm someday going toward it.
We're starting a new ministry in a nearby town. It might as well be a foreign field for time has left it in the dark corners. We will minister practically and this is my field for now. I jokingly report that God has a building payment due on the 8th because we don't have a cent...we're just following what He tells us...though many would question our sanity.
As I met an aquaintance in the drugstore last week I saw a familiar gleam in his eyes as he spoke of going out on a limb and starting something that seemed illogical to thers. He had the fire of conviction as he told me of the plans for his ministry. I know it well and I think there aren't a lot of us who have been called out. There's an urgency in the air. Time flies by and eternity is knocking....who will be ready if we do not tell them? If we do not go?
My friend stopped by today to cry. Devastating news has befallen her. I can only listen and hold her as she weeps. I am touched that she feels comfortable enough to speak of such private things but God gave me the words to tenderly guide her toward the cross. It is there she falls to her knees and lays the broken soul before him. He is the Healer, the Resurrection, He is LIFE.
There will be another baby on the block in a few months. The neighbor is expecting number 4.
We have a new grandbaby coming in Aug. Tough times ahead for my dear ones in the west. It is difficult to find an apt., baby on the way, mother in law dying.
As I think of the term: One Thousand Gifts I am humbled. I want to grab a pen and begin writing; it's a Holy Experience to remember.
