Beginnings

Blogging is new to me and I hope to have my family be a part of this blog, as they each have a different perspective than I have, and it's interesting to hear it from their side of things too. I hope that's legal?! There so much to learn:)

I took a mission trip to India in 2006, and it impacted my life towards poverty, hunger, sickness, and children. Yet, in the eyes of the children I saw hope. I realized that the great harvest talked about in the book of Revelation is mostly coming from Africa, India and China. And here I was living in America with the church getting ready for this great harvest, when we along with Canada have less than 5% of the world's population. It began to dawn on me that there's a whole lot of money here for our small harvest, while the larger number is over there with little-to-no money. How odd is that? I also knew that the harvest is God's heart, with children and orphans being a huge part of that. I could see that His love for them is enormous, and that they are like beautiful, precious stones that radiate His face. I wanted to see His face as I look in theirs and behold His glory. This is something I want to be a part of.



I came back home from India, and I was ready to move -- seriously, move. My "beloved" house and my "beloved" antiques seemed like burnt embers, nothing but smoke and mirrors. It lost it's glow, and now I was hungry for something money couldn't buy. It's strange when I write this because it almost sounds like I got "saved". The only problem was my husband wasn't on board to sell everything and move, imagine that? He did look into opportunities of employment in India, but not much happened. Adoption had previously entered my mind, but after this trip it entered my heart.



I should tell you my husband and I met at the big Urbana Missions conference in Illinois that happens every three years. We both were looking at what direction we should go after our senior year of college. We both said, "Wherever you lead, God, we will go", and we ended up meeting each other -- then a year and a half later we married, isn't God too cute?

A wanna be missionary, Cindy