I was a missionary once. It was what I thought God wanted me to do. The road seemed so clear. I enjoyed it even with all of the hardships. Just when I thought I was making a difference God brought me back. When I arrived I had nothing and lived on the charity of others until I got a job making 13 dollars an hour. I had a family once. Not long after returning from missions that fell apart too. I had a church family once. Suddenly I was a stranger there. No one knew or hardly anyone knew of the leap of faith my family had taken. God seemed so far away. Then He began to rebuild my life. I was given an assignment. To bring Him to a place void of Him. Soon I was leading this place. I was able to support my family with out working 80 or more hours a week. God made a way for me to have a house of my own again. Then He brought a partner into my life. My children were with me. Just when I thought I was making a difference in the thing He had trusted me with, He took it away from me. I can only assume, as before, I had done all I could for Him and that another assignment is waiting. Just as before I felt as if I had failed in some way. But maybe that is not true. Maybe I succeeded but not as the world sees but as He does. I was a missionary once, I was a police chief once or at least three short times. What could be next? Whatever it is it will be because of Him and for Him. He walks with me every day. He never leaves me. He is my constant companion. I love Him and He loves me. For now He has me in the interim once again. There must be someone or some place out there that needs a specialist in taking a broken heart or broken anything that needs God to mend it. That needs a wounded healer. I wonder with anticipation which way this road will lead. In the end it leads to the cross and then home...
Posted on: Sun, 04 May 2014 13:06:01 +0000
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