There is a fire lit in my soul that continues to grow. It beckons me to the missions field again….for such a time as this. Though I should be reluctant, I am not. If I could jump on an airplane like I could before motherhood, and just GO, I certainly would.
Now I have another heart beat to plan around. What shots are needed? What are the customs of the people….their respect towards women and children? Where will I stay to better ensure his and my safety? What group will we travel with? Are there any medical missionaries going with us…..neurologist (for my son) ? Is that even necessary? Will I take my mother along to nanny my son? Have there been any shifts in the ocean….if we are going some place with a lot of water? Have there been hurricanes, earthquakes….are we heading into those seasons? The research continues. I do not just think about the work in faith, but obviously safety and health. Before my son’s brain surgery, traveling was out of the question. Now, 2 years post-surgery, he is as healthy as ever. Thank God!
I hear His calling while I am trying to rest and there are many to help ,first at home, then abroad………………………………………….
Or, we can just leave all behind, including mind changing thoughts, and just, GO…❤