Tuesday, November 16, 2010
settling in...kinda
You reach a point after you move when you realize, "Wait, this is where we live. We are not on vacation. We aren't going back to our old house." Well, I've reached that point. This is officially the longest I've ever gone (in my whole entire life) of not seeing my family and friends. Somedays it hits me like a ton of bricks. Tonight is one of those times. Not that I don't want to be here or that I question God as to why He called us here or that I doubt that this is where we are suppose to be. I KNOW we are suppose to be here. I KNOW God brought us here for a reason. And I KNOW that that reason is to tell all these completely lost people about Jesus. Even our kids know that. They even know that God called us here. Moses just doesn't understand why God didn't call everyone he knows and loves out here too! I understand, little buddy, I understand. It is hard. But talking to all the people out here that are living apart from Christ completely breaks my heart. They "think" they are on the fast track to heaven. My heart aches for our Mormon Missionary friends. They are why we are here. They are why we must stay.
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Right heart, right perspective....still painful, I know. We left home and hearth 32 years ago, thinking/believing God would take us back there and for whatever reason, he has not. It takes a while but you will learn that HOME is where your husband and children are, and as you have already figured out WHERE God calls you. Praying for you, my friend.
I love you, friend, and I LOVE your heart for the lost. The Lord has planted you all right where you should be, and that is so evident in your love for the people you are working with.
Hang in there, it may not get easier to be away from family, but it will start to feel a little more "normal."
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