Lord, Send Me
I live in a neighborhood that is full of family members, yet no one is home. Sometimes I long for the 1950’s, when no one went anywhere except for that one week of vacation when you visited family and prayed they lived close to something fun like Six Flags or the beach or a cool cave. Then, I remember that verse in Mark that tells us to preach the gospel around the world and I’m thankful I live in 2017. I’m thankful for safe air travel and cell phones so we can communicate even when we’re miles apart. I’m thankful that anyone can go and do work that was once reserved for “missionaries.” This summer my neighborhood of family has traveled to Haiti, the Dominican Republic, Africa, Hawaii, Alaska and Peru. All in efforts to spread the gospel. So, as I walk outside to an empty neighborhood, I’m grateful for 2017 and all the possibilities for the future. If you haven’t traveled for Jesus, get your passport up to date and say, “Lord, send me.”
Have a great week. Hugs, 2-mama