This past week a cyclone hit the coast of Africa mostly affecting Mozambique and Zimbabwe. So far, according to reports,
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.
Psalm 119:2 LB “Happy are all who search for God and always do His will.”
I have come to find that the giving up becomes increasingly poingnant as time goes by because the longer I live, the more I’ve missed in the lives of those I left behind.
The price is high, missions is costly in every way. On our most recent podcast I share about the price we have to pay when it comes to being obedient to the call. http://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-cni94-942e1b
The meaning of the hashtag finally had dawned on the horizon of my understanding. The humble hashtag, when followed by a word or several words connected without spaces, is meant to connect people to the subject at hand and communicate a short truth such as #thestruggleisreal.
Immersion. That’s a word you don’t hear often.
We are required to put a little “sweat equity” into this walk of faith. Sometimes this journey is harrowing, fraught with impossibilities – but that’s where God comes in.
When a fisherman spends more of his life on shore than in the water, his very value comes into question because fishermen are meant to fish.
This morning I woke to the sound of wind and rain. Immediately my mind went to our church site and I thought, “The tent…”