Wild blows the wind in the darkness of night as thunder falls off the mountain and rolls down the valley. Lightning flashes reminding me once again how much I love these Sepik storms.
As the storm drifts away, I let my mind drift with it to the days gone by: those early years in training and days preparing for the field.
Oh! What a thrill it is to sit in churches back home among believers and talk of all the things we plan to do on the mission field. We discourse bravely of all the new tribes we will open and all the unknown paths we will tread to get there. Then, we move into the tribe; darkness falls and with it the shadow of loneliness like we have never known in our protected lifestyle at home. We expected so much in our dreams of the mission field. Days turn to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. “Alas,” where has the time gone?
Have I been faithful with my time? Time will not keep. The hours we spend today will never return to us. “God, help us to be faithful with our time You’ve given us”.