I’ve always had a heart for missions.
I’m a jet setter, a free spirit.
I’m willing to go anywhere, plans or no plans, knowing that God will use the time for His glory.
I have always said, “Send me!!”
Or more like, “Please! Pick me! Pick me! I’ll go!!”
We had the Wilsons over for lunch on Sunday.
Patrick said something I’ve never thought about before.
He said, “There is no Biblical model for families in missions.”
Peter, Paul, Barnabas – it appears that they were all single men.
There is no mention any where in the New Testament that they had wives or families.
The Bible is silent when it comes to “going” with a family.
That’s not to say that families shouldn’t go into missions.
It’s just that Scripture does not address it.
My heart is in missions.
My heart is in Africa.
But I must choose to stay devoted to the Lord and my family
I must worship God as I love my family and stay devoted to my husband.
However, the longing to be on the field will never fade.
Quite the contrary.
I expect it to grow. It’s a fire God has put within me that cannot be quenched.