I sat in church last week taking communion, thinking about what a precious gift I've been given with Christ dying on the cross for my sins. Then the Lord brought to my mind the thousands of tribal people all over the world who haven't had a chance to hear of God's love and grace. Those that will die before they ever have a chance to hear. They live everyday in fear of evil spirits. Why don't they know yet? Because they haven't been told!! Some have asked for the God talk, but are still waiting years later, since their are not enough missionaries. I can't imagine doing anything else with my life, to have a part in the Gospel of Christ reaching to the uttermost parts of the earth. Since Jim and I have been raising our support for over a year and we are only at 27%, I've gotten caught up in every day life, forgetting why we are going. Thank you Lord for renewing my passion for missions! I'm so glad I serve a God who knows what he is doing even when I don't understand!
