Dreams.
For more than half of our lives, we've been involved in Dad's work... being a "M" sounds like such an exciting, glamorous job. We grew up dreaming about telling people about J as a career. How awesome, right? All the cool verses like, "And how will anyone go and tell them without being sent? That is why the Book says, 'How beautiful are the feet of messengers who bring good news!'" -Rom. 10:15
d r e a m s ....
Reality.
Reality is when the dreams set in and you see the non-glamorous side. Like, leaving your parents... your friends, home town, country... time zone... culture. I cry all the time, thinking about who and what we're leaving. Every little change pretty much makes me want to break down. Incredibly insignificant events make that ridiculous glob of emotion lump up in my through and tears burn from my eyes... like, the cottonelle commercial with the little girl and her dog. Seriously. R i d i c u l o u s.
Don't get me wrong- when I think about the "going"- I'm full of joy. EXCITEMENT. Incredible, incredible joy and excitement. We're doing what Dad has called us to do. We're going to tell His children about Him and His love. What an AWESOME and amazing privilege. But the underlying feeling is of broken-ness, gratefulness that He would love us so much. So much that He would use us to be full-time ambassadors for His Word, His Truth- His Love.
" Then I heard the L'd asking,
'Whom should I send as a messenger to this people? Who will go for us?'
I said, 'Here I am. Send me.'" Isa. 6:8
Still, it's not all roses.
Trusting completely in the One who has sacrificed His precious Blood so that I may know Him. That you may know Him. That the people of N.A. may know and love Him and spend eternity with Him.
"You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.
You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!" Ps. 30:11-12
Celebrating the only One who can save...
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