She came over for dinner last night. Embraced our crazy. Was grateful for the BJ’s rotisserie chicken I picked up and the Sun Chips I poured in a bowl. Only the best.=)
And she shared her heart. For the nations. For Africa.
We prayed with her as a family and ate cookie cake to celebrate her graduation and all that’s ahead. In October she’ll fly to Senegal and serve God there. She’ll take the love of Jesus to people who haven’t heard.
I can’t go. Not now. Not in this season. But I can equip others. I can pray for them. And I can pour into the 5 littles that call me Mommy.
Out of the 5…Surely God will call one of them to serve Him somewhere crazy. Surely this Mama’s heart will break as I watch our child take that step of faith.
But isn’t this what we’re called to? Could there be anything greater for our kids? Is my part in this mission partly to raise up little people who can take the Gospel all over the world? What if all 5 of them did?
The mundane seems pointless most days. Feed. Diaper. Clean. Teach. Blah. Blah. Blah.
But He could use this. He could use me. He could use them. What if?
“I am content to fill a little space if God be glorifed.” -Susanna Wesley
“Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth.” (Psalm 127:4)