My soul, my spirit, my whole being longs for mission right now.  I understand that every day that I wake up is another day of mission.  However, I long for dirty hands, to be immersed in a culture that is not my own, on soil that is not a territory of the US.  I long to be used by God in a foreign land.  I long for another stamp on my passport.  I long to go on a mission trip. 

I’ve been reading the scriptures that God gave me so long ago, that resonate so deeply within my spirit.  Something flutters deep within me as I read the words that were written so long ago…timeless words that resonate in the halls of eternity.  Every spring, God renews the vision that He has placed deep within me.  I cannot put it into words.  Yet I find that I must.  The paradox that is walking with God.  I cannot imagine not living in, existing within that paradox.