His Purpose

As I continue to press on to get some order and clarity for all the writing and other things the Lord has for my life, He so gently directs me into the next step and the next.  Even as I get to the end of my current assignment, there is a sense of what is next, praise the Lord!

The next step I’m to work on is to write the vision and make it plain (Habakkuk 2:2).  That requires me to get still before the Lord to find out just what is in His heart for me.  This is apart from my identity, for my identity is blood-bought child of the most high God, ambassador for Christ, etc.  I do not minimize the importance of these things, but they don’t give me a vision with which to run.

As much as I love to write, the Lord spoke to my heart that my purpose is not writing.  It is but a tool He has put into my hands to fulfill my purpose.  His purpose for me – this vision that will be my home base – no matter what tool He gives me to work towards it, is coming to me in puzzle-like pieces, and He will put those pieces together for me as I wait on, lean on, and trust in Him.

I think about you with this whole purpose thing, too.  You know, being a missionary in a foreign land isn’t His purpose for you – merely a tool.  There’s a greater purpose for you.  Do you know what it is?  Have you written it down and made it plain so that those who read it (you) may run with it?

Loving you and expecting to hear great things from you!

Kay

Remembering You

I’ve been reading another biography of a missionary. As usual, it brings you to my mind with a fresh awareness of the added time, cost, spiritual battles, and every other thing when you live in a culture so different from your own.  Once again, I am so thankful for your willingness to be there, wherever “there” is, sharing the love and grace of our heavenly Father through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!  Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!

The particular book I’m reading, There’s a Sheep in My Bathtub, by Brian Hogan, tells of going into and living in the mission field of Mongolia just after communism’s grip had been broken.  There is much humor in the stories shared, much of which the Mongols also found very funny.  They are a culture given to appreciating physical (slapstick) comedy, and have no problem laughing at themselves or others in one of those moments.  (I know this would be a welcome relief in some of your chosen nations.  )  Many of their struggles came from the corruption at many levels in the government, which had also become the mindset of many of the everyday people.  In the midst of all these, a powerful working of God is wrought among them all, as the believers of Mongolia, along with the missionaries from America, Sweden, and Russia, become a tight-knit, yet ever-expanding family in Christ.  His love is truly mightier than any human or demonic barrier devised!

It’s this kind of book that stirs my heart once again: to pray for you as you pour yourselves out for those where you live to know and be changed by Christ; to share this amazingly powerful gospel of Jesus Christ where I am; to give to you in practical ways of friendship, money, gifts, and hospitality when you are in my part of the world; to go to the foreign mission field myself, even if only for short times.  It’s not that I expect, in my one or two week excursions, to plant the church, as did the Hogans over the course of years.  I do expect to sow the love of God in Christ, watering, fertilizing, and even reaping for His kingdom – all while coming alongside to encourage, strengthen, pray with, and help you however you need.

That day is coming again soon, my precious sisters!  Meanwhile, I will keep writing this little blog, hoping somehow to remind you of Daddy’s unlimited love and grace for you and your family there.

May His blessings cover you today as with a sudden downpour of rain (for which you have no umbrella ,

Kay