I was reminded by those who cared about me that it was ok to take time to grieve, and to let that sadness out. I was reminded that the Lord knew my pain, and far from ignoring it, He was mourning with me and was waiting to shoulder my burden if I could humble myself to release it to Him. He reminded me of something we were told early on after arriving here: after all He had done to bring us here, He had not changed His mind just because I was going through a rough time. He was there when we were working so hard to get here, He is here with us now, and He will be here the next time heartache strikes us where we’re vulnerable. We never have to be alone in our sorrow.
Prayer matters. It is powerful. When we visit churches, families, and individual people to tell them about our ministry, people seem to offer prayer as the easy way out- like the real commitment to this ministry is the financial one, and if they can’t manage that then then can “at least” be in prayer. There are days when this feeling sinks into my own heart as well.
AboutWhat brought us to missions
From an early age I learned about Christ’s sacrifice for my sins and I trusted Him for salvation. For a long time I didn’t realize Christianity went much deeper than that and so I struggled with having good intentions to please God, but finding myself helplessly inclined to sin. Eventually, I decided to stop letting people know I was a Christian, not because I was abandoning the faith, but because I didn’t want to make ...