I’m really thankful that they’re beginning to see better. The dust is settling.
We were visiting one of our sponsor churches this past Sunday now that we’re back in Ohio for a couple weeks before departure.
There’s such a flood of emotions all balled up in that statement above. Here for a couple of weeks. Before our departure. So much excitement. And beautiful chaos. And heartache. And utter joy. It’s all so surreal.
As we sat in the pew our oldest recognized someone in the video played: Our association’s missionary. “Hey, we’ve seen him before!” And as we were in the line to leave, our four year old looked up and said “Mommy, I know that guy,” when spotting the pastor.
I love that they’re beginning to see better. They’re beginning to see how God has orchestrated these dear brothers to hold the rope for us.
William Carey likened gospel missions work to descending into a deep mine. “I will go down,” he said to a church crowd, “but remember that you must hold the rope.”
We are merely the sent out ones.
Thank you, dear brothers and sisters for holding the rope.
It is not going unnoticed.
Even by the smallest among us.
– Thankful, grateful and beyond blessed.