Go... Somewhere

I am trying to write quickly, before the boys finish watching Charlotte's Web... and before Riley wakes up. I am starting to think maybe those late night writing sessions you hear people talk about is more about finding quiet than about feeling inspiration.

I have been thinking about Turkey a lot lately. Last year I traveled to Turkey to explore ministry partnerships for our church. Tomorrow I am talking with some of the children at our church - they are raising money this year for Turkey - so I have been trying to figure out what to say to them. No, this post is not about what I am going to tell them... not totally at least.

I have been staring out at my backyard, thinking about how God marked my life during that trip. On the surface I think about the important of missions - certainly true. But when I think about that trip, I cant say that God called me to pack up my family and move overseas. I returned home a different person for many other reasons - primarily playing a more active supporting role in missions. As I process what that exactly means, I will write about that in the future.

As my memory takes me back to my time in Istanbul and Antalya, I t makes me wish I was there. Actually, I just wish I was somewhere. I don't know exactly where I want to go, but I just want to go. I want to revisit those experiences overseas, I want to feel that feeling again first hand of seeing God at work globally. It is a blessing to see God at work in my community, but for me it just can't compare to the blessing to see God transforming lives in places that don't have churches on every corner... or those places where people witness horror everyday, yet still believe that God is good.

Gary Haugen of International Justice Mission talks about Gods rescue plan. He says we are Gods plan to save the world... and He doesn't have another plan.

Lets go... somewhere and be the light of the world.