How We Got Here

When I was a little girl attending the Friends Church in Cherokee, Oklahoma, a mission team of college students visited our Sunday school class and spent a week studying the Bible with us each night. When the team members left, our Sunday school teacher explained to me that they were mission workers and asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told her I wanted to be a missionary.

Nearly 30 years passed before I realized that I had not followed the calling I received so long ago. In 2008, a man spoke in our church and said the words, “There is no greater calling than ministering for the Lord.” It was at that very moment I began to realize how I want to spend the rest of my life.

I could tell a thousand stories about how we got from Oklahoma to Thailand to Cambodia to England to the Hopi reservation in Arizona and back to Thailand again. I could write about the hundreds of times God has spoken to me audibly, through His Word, in my dreams, through friends, in visions and just simply quietly in my heart – and I will from time to time on this blog, but for now, I’m content with telling you I’m in this for the long haul. I can think of no better way to spend the rest of my life than serving the Great God who pursues me daily, wraps me in His arms when I mess up, and promises He will never let me go.

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