Tales of Old

It's almost 1 AM and it's mid-February.

I've no idea how they do it as the loneliness that missionaries face is so real. I mean they sacrifice EVERYTHING for the sake of the cross. They take up their cross.

Ever since I moved here I've struggled. Ever since I've moved here I've needed God to carry me.

Foreign land with a foreign people and only a taste of what missionaries experience daily. You give up everything in order to follow the call of God.

I want to be that person and it may not look like the typical missionary.

Still, through it all I've felt a lot of pain.

There really is too much at stake not to follow God and His word. To risk it all.

I've got to find a way to say what I need to say without saying it. People shut down when they think your complaining or you've said too much.

All I can say for now is that so much is happening and so much doesn't quite line up or make since to me.

HOWEVER, I believe God is working something great in me, His church, and in His nation.

I believe there is goodness to come, even if we don't see it yet.

The darkness might be there, but so is the light.

We must choose what we are going to focus on.

We must choose who we are going to be.

For Him. For His people. (For Narnia and for Aslan, remember?)

The tales of old sing His song.

Will we?