Is Anything Too Hard?

 One week ago, my support looked like this:

Today, my support looks like this:

Behold, I am the LORD, the God of all flesh: is there any thing too hard for me?

Jeremiah 32:27

L.

Utterly To Be Thine Forever . . .

"Lord,

I give up all my own plans and purposes,

All my own desires and hopes,

And accept Thy will for my life.

I give myself, my life, my all,

Utterly to be Thine 

forever.

Fill me and seal me with Thy Holy Spirit.

Use me as Thou wilt.

Work out Thy whole will in my life

At any cost,

Now and Forever.

Amen."

~Betty Scott Stam

Betty was killed for her Lord in China. 

The Widow's Mite

A lady reaches for my hand during a prayer meeting. She is a widow, in her mid-seventies, and still working because she can’t afford to quit yet. I eagerly take her outstretched fingers, thinking she wants to pray with me. That would be like her. But not this time. Instead, she deposits a folded check in my hand and turns away, refusing to talk about it. Later when I regain my composure I ask her if she’d rather give the money through the church or ABWE, so it will be tax deductible. She shakes her head adamantly. "This is for you, now, for whatever you need." And the subject is closed. How does one spend such a sacred gift?

Over the past several weeks my support account has sat empty. That has scared me as I watch the clock tick. I need to raise $5000 by the end of July in order to be approved to book an end of August flight to Nepal. I have sometimes wondered if I am mistaken in God’s leading in all of this. The economy is rough this summer. A lot of people who want to give, can’t. My own income is minimal and I must quit my job to do a training seminar and visit distant churches. There have been moments of panic.

If there is one thing I have learned as I travel this phase of my journey, it’s that God is as interested in the girl He sends as He is in the people He sends her to. He didn’t check me off a list the day I decided to follow Him. No, that day was just the beginning, the introduction to the relationship I was created for; fellowship with the Almighty.

The thought thrills me. No joke, I am sitting in outdoor July temperatures as I type and I have goose bumps! Seriously, if God was no longer interested in drawing me to Himself, this would be easy! If I was just a tool, it would be simple for me to fulfill my God-given call. But instead, it’s hard. Really hard. I have to trust Him for every penny. I have to beg Him on my knees, sometimes with fasting, to supply the means for accomplishing the task He has given me. And then I get to stand in awe and rejoice before Him when He sends me exactly what I need with not a moment to spare. Through it all I learn to know Him. This is my ultimate calling.

 “That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death . . . I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.” Phil. 3:10, 14

So the weeks fly by. A few generous donations start showing up in my account. I stand at 8% of the amount I need by the end of the month. I can’t promise you I know God will supply in time for me to set an end of August departure date. But it wouldn’t surprise me! I have precedent. You see, when the dear widow at the prayer meeting handed me a check, she didn’t know I was desperate for just that amount to cover a medical bill. When my tech-geek brother-in-law offered to have a computer built for me, he had no idea he was answering the most urgent prayer on my list. When my church took up a love offering, they didn’t know I needed just that figure to cover deputation expenses; domestic travel, postage, and printing costs. But my Heavenly Father knew it all. He knows all about the $5000 I need by the end of the month. And the $9000 I need to keep me in Nepal until May. I trust Him. Whatever He chooses to do, I trust Him, because I know Him.

If you share my burden for the Tibetan refugees of Nepal and would like to be a part of reaching them, you can learn how to contribute to my ABWE account, #0786801, by clicking here.

Freedom of Religion vs. Freedom of Worship

This evening as I celebrated the glorious 4th among friends and relatives I was struck with the “American-ness” of it all.

The conversation, free and unrestrained, was born of a deep confidence that we will not be censured for the ideas we choose to express. A clergyman obliged a request to deliver again an excerpt from Sunday’s sermon. A lady cracked a political joke. A couple shared shocking memories of life as missionaries. A gentleman criticized a popular cult. A professor explained why he is unashamed to pass on a Biblical world view to his students.

Freedom of Speech and Freedom of Religion are cornerstones of the American lifestyle. The basic rights are so ingrained in our psyches that we don’t even notice when we exercise them.  Many of the world’s constitutions guarantee the right of the individual to worship as he pleases, but our Bill of Rights goes a crucial step farther, to protect the mandates of a worshiper’s conscience as he interacts with society. 


"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances."


This is why American Christians may legally persuade others to follow Christ; A volatile liberty unknown to many nations. To see a map and understand more about Religious Freedom in other countries click here. Find Nepal just north of India!

L.

The Destination . . .

Introducing: Journey With Me

The Background . . .

The idea for Journey was born over a year ago. Struggling with ill health, jobless, and cut off from the outside world, I dreamed up a happy little blog to glamorize my quiet life and give me a voice. Ideally, my web log would be a travel journal, detailing the exotic destinations and evangelistic adventures of globe-trotting me. But my ideal isn’t always what I get out of this journey called the Christian life. Firmly rooted in a small town in Northeast Georgia with not an itinerary in sight, I gradually realized that the adventure was not yet to come, the adventure was now. I wanted to bottle that newfound joy in the mundane. I imagined bringing the world to my doorstep, discovering beauty in the familiar, finding the journey in stillness. But it was not to be. My aged computer breathed its last and Journey and its newborn URL were forgotten.

The new Journey . . .

My health is now restored. I am temporarily employed in work I love, and as I type, God is making the way for my dearest wish to come true: He is sending me overseas. I am on my way to work in the Tibetan community of Boudha, in Kathmandu, Nepal. I have a long, bumpy ride ahead, but I intend to savor every moment! Journey With Me is officially resurrected. Not as a public exercise in contentment at home, but as the exciting travel record I once dreamed of. I am in awe of the miracle unfolding around me. I invite you to pull up a chair and peer over my shoulder as I journal the extraordinary trip I am about to take. And when I return . . . that will be another new journey.

L.

Construction Ahead!

Thank you for stopping by! "Journey" is brand new, and still under construction. More to come!
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