We celebrate 30 years here this month! And while our years here have not always been easy, we would tread this path all over again. For it’s been a good life in which we have seen God’s faithfulness.
“No I can’t do it!” Have you ever said that to the Lord? I have, and convinced I couldn’t, decided it would be fool-hardy to even try. Until the Lord showed me that little becomes much in his hands.
No taller than a 10-year old, with a sly and suspicious gleam to her eye, she played the part of the proverbial evil landlady with me, while sweet as honey around Hubby. The other residents, also hostile, seemed amiable by comparison. And the dark, dank apartment revealed a miserly streak as well.
The apostle Paul often found himself sitting in a prison cell. The city in an uproar over this man who stirred things up wherever he went. I would have asked, “Why Lord? I was only obeying you and preaching your message. So please get me out of this fix! I’ve done nothing to deserve jail!”
Tickets? Ready! Passports? Ready! Our eight suitcases bulged with the little we owned, including eight teddy bears! Other than one box left with my parents, a small stash of money, passports and other documents, that was all we had in the world. Luggage? Ready! At last! We were finally ready to leave! Mission field here we come!
Struggling to live on next-to-nothing, our year in the village where we lived was tough. Especially because of the people’s closed and suspicious attitudes toward us. Not that we escaped unnoticed, though! The drug addicts we helped visited often, which is only right. The needy should be able to turn to us.