We completed our first term as missionaries living in
another country half way around the world. We have returned to the States and
have been here for five months. I love being here. I love my friends, my life
that I had for almost 50 years. I have worked
in the same place for 25 years. We now have grandchildren to love. I love the Midwest and
autumn time.
Yes we have always felt a draw to be missionaries. To “go”.
I have no doubt God has positioned us where we are. I thought I counted the
cost when we gave up everything 3 years ago. What I did not count was that I would have to
do it again. I did not count on all the change. My missionary friends change
because they come and go as God calls them. My role changes in my job as workers
come and go. This all wreaks havoc on my
emotions. I have never been one to like change.
At the beginning of the month I attended a missionary
conference. God spoke to me directly as a speaker stated
“MY LIFE IS NOT MY OWN.”
I know I cannot do it on my own. Many days I would go to work praying I cannot do
this Lord. It has to be You doing it. But this phrase echoes in my mind
“MY
LIFE IS NOT MY OWN.”
Jesus gave his life for me.
It is not my life.
It was
bought with a price
Thank you for any prayers as we set a date to return to our other
home.
