Monday, August 17, 2015

All I ever wanted...

 Sometimes missions is all I want to do and all I've ever wanted to do, but occasionally I really count the cost. Sometimes I like the thought of being a well-dressed and successful business woman. But other times it feels equally right to be hand-washing laundry in the Sahara with a four-year-old. Isn't that what this life is? A series of choices? The most epic Chose Your Own Adventure book in the world? My dear, late pastor used to remind me that the good is the enemy of the best. And I feel it sometimes, in my heart. The good and the best engaged in combat. A hand-to-hand battle that is crushing my heart. The yearning to live without yearning.
Washing laundry with Hadessah

This season of life I'm in is so fluid. Some days are jam-packed with multiple jobs, church commitments, study, and communication. Other days, I feel like a schoolkid in the summer time with a chance to catch up on reading, sleep, and a social life. Each experience is shaping me and preparing me. I can see how important this time is spiritually. I'm learning to be disciplined in a schedule-free existence... something that will likely come in handy in the Sahara. I'm learning to ask God for my daily bread in a much more literal way than I ever have before. He's proving himself faithful again and again.

Men praying in the market place

In this season where I'm pursuing training, classes, and a few other things to prepare me for the Sahara, I'm also gathering people around me who will commit to regular praying, financial giving, and spiritual/emotional support. I'm building an email list to keep people up to date, and I'm designing prayer cards. I'm learning about waiting again. I'd love to hear from any/all of you, and to reconnect before I travel again. I'd love to add you to my email list and keep you abreast of all that God is doing. Message me, eh?