I arrived in Poland about 2 weeks ago. Spent a week with children from Israel, met with several anti-human trafficking organizations, and visited Auschwitz. Wow. I am being struck with the reality of what it means to care for women rescued from the sex trade. No glamour, but very much an honor. Met with people on the "front lines" who have given blood, sweat and tears. Some of them don't even know the Lord, and yet they have been loving these girls for years, often without thanks.
Just asking God what things will look like for me in the future as I pursue the same kind of ministry.... Colossians 1:9-11 is what I'm praying these past few weeks. Inquiring of the Lord what He is thinking, feeling... What is His vision and plan for me? shaalom
Steph
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Where He leads I will follow
No matter where I go, I can't get away from whatever lesson God has me learning. I can't put things on hold for when I get back, or work ahead to complete the "lesson" early.
Another thing I have seen in my lifetime of traveling is this: It doesn't matter what country I'm in, or who I'm with, what I'm doing etc... Life is still life, people and relationships are still challenging, the sky is still blue, and there is always something good to eat. Things look, sound and taste slightly different (sometimes drastically ;) but at the core, we have a lot in common in this world.
The reason I love foreign missions is because I get to see and know another side of God's heart and nature. I love the differences and diversity in the Nations. There are so many colors, and expressions of God in this world. When I am given the opportunity to travel, it enlarges my picture of who God is and what He's like. I love the language similarities and differences. I love the shades of skin and the unique touches of each nation.
Now that I said all that, I also can say I've learned (as a missionary kid up to now...) Missionary life isn't glamorous no matter where you go. Mundane times come, groceries still need bought, bills still need paid, sleep comes and goes etc... etc...
The ending of human trafficking sounds heroic as well, however, it really comes down to days like today. ... Praying in a park, admitting my dependence on God to come through, and continuing to be available to Jesus for whatever He would have me do. ... One prayer and one regular day at a time... Today I'm in Poland....
Another thing I have seen in my lifetime of traveling is this: It doesn't matter what country I'm in, or who I'm with, what I'm doing etc... Life is still life, people and relationships are still challenging, the sky is still blue, and there is always something good to eat. Things look, sound and taste slightly different (sometimes drastically ;) but at the core, we have a lot in common in this world.
The reason I love foreign missions is because I get to see and know another side of God's heart and nature. I love the differences and diversity in the Nations. There are so many colors, and expressions of God in this world. When I am given the opportunity to travel, it enlarges my picture of who God is and what He's like. I love the language similarities and differences. I love the shades of skin and the unique touches of each nation.
Now that I said all that, I also can say I've learned (as a missionary kid up to now...) Missionary life isn't glamorous no matter where you go. Mundane times come, groceries still need bought, bills still need paid, sleep comes and goes etc... etc...
The ending of human trafficking sounds heroic as well, however, it really comes down to days like today. ... Praying in a park, admitting my dependence on God to come through, and continuing to be available to Jesus for whatever He would have me do. ... One prayer and one regular day at a time... Today I'm in Poland....
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