some thoughts

I have been reflecting as of late on the grace of God that has allowed me to be in this place, doing the work that I am doing. I have often felt unworthy to bear the title of “missionary.” People talk about the sacrifice of serving God in another country and how hard it must be to give up certain conveniences in order to do Christian work abroad, but for me, this life I’ve chosen isn’t a sacrifice. This type of work is what I’m wired for, it’s what I love, I can think of nothing I’d rather be doing than helping to bring children out of desperate situations and allowing them to experience the love of our Father. I count myself blessed beyond comprehension to be able to do this work that is so rewarding, to have these new adventures and learn to understand a new culture, to have 49 mosquito bites on each ankle, etc. Am I worthy of this work? Certainly not. The struggles that I had before are still active here, despite my title as “missionary.” I am still a dirty sinner attempting to keep my head above water and make a difference for the Kingdom, I imagine many of you feel the same way.

I am involved missions work because it’s what I love to do, what I was made to do. Praise be to God for giving me opportunity.

I hope my ramblings make some sense.