It’s amazing how God works. One of my favourite verses is:
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. Isaiah 55:8 NIV
How true that has been over the course of my life. I love how God crafts all the pieces together. How He threads the chord and stitches together each intricate piece of the patchwork of our lives. The darks and the lights. The jagged and the smooth. Designs coming together to create the masterpiece. God begins at the start. Piece by piece we grow and develop. Towards that which was implanted deep in our hearts from the beginning. The beginning of our short moment here on the earth. Desires, hopes and dreams merging into one.
Mexico has been on my heart for a good while now. People are always on my heart. However complicated that might look. Might be easier all round if I just set aside what others think and feel and do my own thing!
Yet, it’s true we were never called to live a comfortable life. We were called to make a difference with the one life we get, to make it count. To do whatever it might take.
As a young child I would lie in my bed at night and consider the idea that one day I might go onto the mission field and leave the sanctuary of my little bedroom wth all my childish girly trinkets. Sweet perfume bottles lined up in a collection. My grandma’s empty bottles. My most treasured possessions. Long misplaced now.
I would sit and wonder what it would look like to go.
Now as much as 40 years later it seems the time is right to head out into a place where there is much felt need. A place where daily life is difficult. My heart feels somewhat prepared from times past. There’s a stirring and a sense that when I arrive it will feel a lot like coming home. I have the sense that I might be of some use there. To share, to worship, to encourage, to love, to uphold, to serve. The door is open and the path is appearing in the light. One step after the other. Into the unknown journey. No turning back. No turning back. Kate