Living Life for Christ Alone

In only a few days we will be flying down to Central America for a nine-day mission trip.  And then we will come home and life as we know it will be rapidly changing as we finish the licensure process for becoming foster parents and begin that new adventure.  Imminent change, no matter how exciting, always has me pondering, processing, thinking...  And then there has been the extra-long to-do list that I have been working on (and then adding to) every chance I get.  Yet, in the middle of this whirlwind of thoughts and to-do's, a nail-pierced hand beckons me to gaze steadily heavenward and allow my soul to rest quietly with Him. A whisper here, something someone said there, a passage from scripture, a phrase from a book... little messages rustling like a calming breeze over a troubled soul.  It's Him, inviting me into His heart -for this is where He has wanted me to come all along. //  "I don't care what God does. It's what God is  that I care about." -Oswald C

"'My Lord, why did you bring me here?' 'I wanted you to see this view,' he answered very gently indeed. 'I am looking at it,' she said, just a little breathlessly. 'Tell me, my Lord, what do you see?' He answered slowly and clearly: 'I see the dark places of the earth full of the habitations of cruelty. I see multitudes of human souls fainting and scattered abroad as sheep having no shepherd, and I am moved with compassion on them, Grace and Glory.' After a long time, she spoke again, but in a voice so low it was scarcely audible. 'I think I understand, my Lord.'"                    (From Mountains of Spices, by Hannah Hurnard) // "I wanted you to see this view."  I read this after a day of being educated on sexual abuse and trafficking, after a week of catching new glimpses of God's heart towards me as His child, after weeks of studying and learning about trauma and pondering what it will be like to be surrounded