What to do when time seems lost?
I’ll gladly trade a bit of dirty laundry and some dirty dishes to watch the sheep jump the fence in my dreams.
It’s now my turn to serve the world around me with that same unchanging love, even if to them I’m mnyamuhanga.
It seems that this life that we have chosen, that many have chosen before us, never comes with any “fine print” to read. There is no full disclosure, no rigid job description, nor is there any guarantee of what this world would consider to be success.
Today I went to the bank.
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.” George Eliot
It therefore was a foreign feeling to me when it became clear that our next assignment was going to bring us back to Burundi. I had become so used to being the one who would go scratch something out of the ground that even considering a return made my head spin.
The vision needs a welcome.
Apologies for the inactive link in the last post! The link is now working! Today I’m connecting with our podcast, Africa & Beyond, so you can enjoy this amazing message that Jamie has been sharing with our church in Blantyre, Malawi. It may seem life has settled into a pit or a prison – butContinue reading “From The Pit To The Palace”
God isn’t bluffing – He laid His cards down, now it’s our turn.