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1 Samuel 2:8
and lifts the needy from the ash heap;
he seats them with princes
and has them inherit a throne of honor.
on them he has set the world.
No, it's not a post with tons o' sugary sweet pics of my little rascals' faces, in various locations, up to all kinds of crazy antics.
It is not a post about any exciting events we've attended, with perfectly posed, rare to capture, pics of our fam.
Although those posts are the most popular. The most viewed. The most expected.
Sometimes I GET TIRED OF THOSE POSTS.
NEVER from YOU.
Don't get me wrong. Tomorrow, I'm sure you will certainly see a post like that from me again. Because those are moments to remember and share. And that's what we do here in blogland.
But something (someone) inside me NEVER STOPS CALLING. Calling me to something big, new, far away, more difficult, deeper, requiring sacrifice. Just keeps calling and I think about it ALL THE TIME.
And I feel like the time I spend here posting these pics of a perfectly posed family, of which I will tell you now, we are rarely ever actually a perfectly posed family in real life, is wasting the time I should be spending working toward the goal to which I am being CALLED.
Do you remember this post a year and a half ago, entitled, "I Have A Secret Dream"?
Well, everyone told me that after I brought home our daughter from China, and if I continue my volunteer work as a Guardian Ad Litem representing abused and neglected kids in court, and if I started singing in the Worship Team at Church, I should feel as if I had quelled that desire to be A MISSIONARY.
I mean, that's enough stuff, right??
In fact, I spend most of my free time reading missionary blogs, watching missionary videos, reading missionary books and dreaming of being a missionary. This has gone on for years. In fact when a new episode of "Travel The Road" comes on, I'm literally giddy in my stomach with anticipation!
I don't know what it is that we are supposed to do yet. But there must be something we are supposed to do. Otherwise, WHY would I always feel this way?? And if you have another plausible answer, please share and relieve me of my earnest desire to GO INTO ALL THE WORLD..!
Yes, and without retelling the post I mentioned earlier, I understand that it doesn't make sense with my busy family, my husband who loves the Lord but-not-so-sure-missions-is-his-thing, my job, kids, etc. Non-the-less, the call continues.
I don't know what or where it is yet, but there is something. So, then I brainstorm with my husband who smiles at me in a, "sure-I'll-play-along" way... Ok, I speak okay Spanish, so South America calls. But we adopted our daughter from China. So China calls. When I was a child, young missionary Pastor VA Thamy from India would stay with us on many occasions. His young wife, Miriamma Thampy, came as well one year. Pastor Thampy would tell us amazing stories of India, show us pictures, and pray over us. So India is close to us and calls. I've always had a heart for Africa, so that would be amazing... Where??
Maybe I am to start or be a part of some sort of International Outreach?? I do know it will be helping to feed and care for the orphan and the poor. Who knows what it will be?! Well, GOD knows, of course!!
Ok, just have to get that off my chest to you all at least once a year. That way IF WE EVER DO GO. You won't say..."Where did that come from??"
Have I not wept for those in trouble?
Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
because I rescued the poor who cried for help,
and the fatherless who had none to assist them.