The chorus says "we will abandon it all, for the sake of The Call.
no other reason at all, but the sake of The Call.
Wholly devoted to live and to die for the sake
of The Call . . . "
And sometimes, as I live here in the mission field, I feel sold out to The Call.
But other times, I wish I'd never heard it.
I read an article recently that talked about an interesting timeline for people who live outside their countries of origin. This article stated that the first two to three months are filled with "wonder" at all the new experiences. The fourth to sixth months start to get difficult as the novelty wears off. The sixth through ninth months are characterized by finding a "new normal" and the ninth month on marks the time when the new destination becomes as much "home" as the former.
I don't know what kind of scientific research went into this article but yes, we are in the 4-6 month zone for sure. I love this place but it is not new and exciting anymore. It is a dichotomy of beautiful and terrible. The landscape is gorgeous. The people are strong, resilient and amazing. The poverty is crushing and the needs are overwhelming. I am getting emotional whiplash from the desperate needs I see on every side, all the time.
I never want to leave and yet, I sometimes wish I could run away. Am I even making sense? Probably not. That happens after "year 40", in the life cycle of a human female, I'm afraid.
I remember blogging, years ago, that for the sake of the Gospel of Jesus, I will walk a hard path if I'm called to. I wrote those words in reference to parenting one of our very difficult children - that for HIM, I would do it. I say it again now. If living here and doing the work we do points anyone to HIM, I will do it. And gladly. But, make no mistake, it's getting tough.
We shared so very excitedly with all of you about the provision for the surgery of Reymart, a beautiful two-year-old boy from an impoverished family who had a huge tumor between his eyes. Remember him? Here is his update!
There isn't much in life that is more humbling than listening to a woman in tears give her heart to Jesus in her own language while you pray silently in yours.
And the thing is, I know there are other "Reymarts" out there - kids who need surgery to save or restore their vision and change their lives. Kids from broken homes, orphaned or fatherless. Kids who need to know how much Jesus loves them and that they are worth investing in.
I realize He can do all of this without me. There are others, probably more qualified and more faithful, that could fill my spot on this mission field in the blink of an eye.
But after getting a glimpse of His hand at work, I never want to be anywhere else!
Yes the "novelty" has worn off. I am aching with how much I miss my family and friends in the states.
But I got to be in on THIS boy having surgery that will change his life. I got to hear his mother pray to receive Christ. I got to hug and kiss these people and remind them of how much they matter.
I think I'm the spiritual equivalent of an "adrenaline junkie"! After seeing what God has done for this little family, I am afraid to miss seeing it again. And again. And again.
So, until He draws us away, we are here. For the sake of The Call.
We covet your prayers, as always! Please pray for our own children - that this calling of their parents draws them closer to Him and that they grow spiritually richer for having been here.
Please pray for the child we are serving now, a gorgeous little girl who is smart, sassy and precious - that the spots of her cornea do not hold her back from seeing or from being adopted! Pray for protection for our family from the diseases that we see here: diphtheria, tuberculosis, hepatitis, water-born amoeba and others.
But most of all, we ask for prayer that God would keep using us up and then refilling us as He has so faithfully done thus far. When we are weak, He is strong! That rings of more truth now than it ever has before.
We ARE weak.
He IS strong.
For The Sake of The Call.