I was born an MK……I think I will always think of myself as an MK.
I look at pictures and read the words of the bloggers in Nicaragua with Compassion right now, and my heart yearns to be with them.
To speak words of hope and a future, of love and forgiveness to those that are lost, wondering what their purpose is.
Reaching beyond the walls of my home, I blog for Compassion. This is my ministry right now, where God has me.
I remember walking the dusty roads of Mexico, playing with the children, and holding the babies.
Showing love as Christ gives us, love that He places in our hearts for those that are in need of Him.
I remember the dirt floors, the outdoor holes in the ground that were rank with stench under the hot sun, the meals of beans and tortillas over and over again…..
How little we realize we could live with. Here in the USA, we are so blessed……and spoiled.
With our neat gardens, our cars, our computers, our full pantries……
We’ve rarely (if ever) had to try and sell our goods to someone else……much less on the street….
Our children rarely go to bed hungry for lack of food……
The cold of night is easily fixed with a turn of a thermostat and an extra blanket…..
What are we willing to give up?
To reach others with Christ’s love?
To go beyond our comfort zones……beyond the borders of the country we call home…..