Adoniram Judson spent years with the Burmese learning their language so he could share the Gospel with the Buddhist people. Years and years later, many of those Karen people live here in Bowling Green and worship on Sunday mornings at Living Hope.
In the past few months, I have lost sight of the thing that makes me tremble with excitement and authentic passion: foreign missions. It is not just an emotional thing or a good fuzzy feeling; it pierces my heart in an unexplainable way and turns my actions completely upside down. I think that the Devil has been using tedious schoolwork and selfishness to lure me into forgetting about the people I have seen and should be praying for on a daily basis. But again, the Lord knows my heart most intimately, and He knows when to reveal how the enemy has been tackling my heart. I am broken to realize that I have not tearfully prayed over Pak Ruke in months or sent extra special letters to my sponsored girl in Guatemala. But tonight I re-read my little biography book about extraordinary missionaries, and Adoniram Judson caught my attention once again. He did not give up, and thrust himself into the adventures of foreign missions without a second glance behind him.
I am so ready to get out there and share. I know I am here right now for a reason, and He has placed people in my path to serve now. But I cannot help but get a little shaky and antsy over the thought of going soon!