For anyone who has a television set, it is pretty apparent that things with my soon-to-be neighbor, North Korea, are a little on the nerve racking side.
“You don’t need to travel if there is potential of being stuck in the middle of a war”
“Don’t be foolish”
I hear it, I acknowledge it, I logistically understand it… but I am going, as long I am breathing.
Some may think I am slightly over-dramatic, others- over-spiritual and I would probably go ahead and say I am a good balance of both. But I have to believe, in my heart of hearts, that until the Lord puts a “stop” in my spirit, that I will proceed full-force.
I would rather find myself in a “worse case scenario” and in the will of God, then safe in happy little Cleveland, Tennessee deliberately out of the will of God.
How I see it, Christians always like to say “God, here I am! Send me!” … until he asks us to leave our corporate universes, our pretty pay checks and insurance cards, and forfeit a glamorous life. Then we recant ever saying a word to God and pray that he forgets. Well, in most cases He leaves us alone.
I never want to be left alone. I pray that God would keep my mind in turmoil, my heart ablaze and my spirit never satisfied… I never want to stop.
So, unless some governmental regulation is placed in over my head, I plan on hopping on a jet in 8 weeks and not returning for an additional 52.
I believe in divine-calling, and a reason for every individuals life. I thought I had figured mine out, only to come to the harsh realization, that I am clueless of some grand-scale purpose. What I am assured of … is I have one, it is out there… and I will go to the ends of the earth to find it.
Even if it takes my lifetime… or, my life.
