A Missionary's Dream
I was struck with awe.
It’s SO true….remembering is SUCH a gift. The blessed hope of hindsight is that we can
see God’s hand at work differently than in the hardship of the moment. Preparing for missions had different
struggles and victories than those we face now.
However, we needed the honing, shaping and refining that the trials
afforded. We needed them to make us more
like Jesus and prepare us for the next step.
Jesus dreamed of saving me, and he dreamed of spending
eternity with me. That sounds so flat on
paper. I wish you could hear my gentle
and yet confident tone in the reality of that statement. It’s not a joke! It's the real deal!!!
This past week, Brian has been very ill. He’s had to get IV fluids due to dehydration
that was severe. It was a trial, but I saw
it differently than I ever have before.
IT was part of following Jesus.
And ya know what? HE. IS. WORTHY. My Savior gave up everything…why would I
expect that following Him would lead me anywhere else? It’s a privilege to serve Him. It's not a begrudged mandate. It’s an eternal invitation to joy.
JOY is what word we would choose to express the feeling of being able to witness 10 believers follow the Lord in a believer's baptism this past week....incredible!!! God's handiwork and orchestration were all over that service! While we are not serving at that particular church plant anymore, the joy was palpable as we saw lives we knew and loved and had prayed for surrender and follow Our Sweet Savior in this way.
I’d like to try and share a song that a dear, dear friend
shared with me awhile back. It resonates
with the dream that God’s given me. May
you be blessed and encouraged, Dear Reader!!!
"No One Ever Cared For Me Like Jesus"