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.