Our Mission to the Himalayas and Beyond


August 2014

Weak Knees and Butterflies

Sunday,  we were commissioned by our church as missionaries to Nepal.

It was a blessed thing to be prayed over by so many.

And as countless people came by at the end to shake our hands or give us a hug.

I heard many comment on how brave we were. How God had used us to inspire them.

I was called a special kind of person.

And I’m humbled that God can, and is using us to impact others.

Yet, last night as I pondered this, I had to shake me head.

See, the reality is my legs are shaking like a leaf.

My heart is overwhelmed and I often find it hard to breathe.

When I think of leaving those I love behind, the tears flow and my shoulders shake.

The truth is, this warrior of God is just a child.

Last Sunday my husband preached from Luke 17, about the unworthy servant.

At the beginning of the passage, Jesus tells the disciples that if someone sins against them 70 x 7, they are to forgive them.

They respond by saying, give us more faith.

It seems that what God is asking them to do is beyond them.

They know that in and of themselves it is impossible and they think they need more faith.

But Jesus tells them,  “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey you. (Luke 17:6)”

My husband then explained that it wasn’t about the amount of faith, it was instead about obedience.

See telling a tree to be uprooted is crazy, and asking it to plant itself in the sea is insane.

Neither of these things make sense and they both are impossible.

Yet, Jesus tells the disciples that if they say to the tree do this, the tree will obey.

Jesus finishes off the parable talking about the unworthy servant.

A servant will not come in and expect to be waited on by his master.

A slave will do as expected, and would be shocked to hear thank you or well done.

He concludes with these words, “So you also, when you have done everything you were told to do, should say, ‘We are unworthy servants; we have only done our duty.'”

And that about sums it up for me!

Because the truth is, I’m not brave and courageous.

I’m actually scared and timid.

Not a whole lot of what we are doing makes sense, rationally

And the truth is I’m not super spiritual.

I’m just an unworthy servant who has been told to go to the mission field.

And who has said yes, in obedience to the Master.

And sometimes saying yes to God is easy, and other times it is hard.

But as Kristen Welch so eloquently put it, “Saying yes to God does not mean I’m not afraid, it just means I’m obedient.”

 luke 17



Third Culture Kids

As the days draw nearer to our departure date and I watch as my kids heart breakingly say goodbye to family and friends.

I have to wonder if this is okay.

I question whether taking my kids to live in a third world country is right.

I wonder how they will adjust and whether they will hate it or love it.

I think and ponder these things.

Then I came across an amazing read, Am I a Horrible Parent for Moving my Kids (back) to Africa?

And I take a deep breath and remember that I’m not alone.

I remember that my first allegiance is not to my kids, but it is to the Lord.

I’m reminded that it isn’t my job to please or make my kids happy.

As a mom, my job is to teach, train and raise my children up in the ways of the Lord.

I’m to point them to Jesus, showing them that there is more to life than the latest fad or newest gadget.

More than selfishly focusing their eyes upon themselves.

Showing them the deepest needs of others.

This is my call as a mom.

I answer first to the Lord.

And I must trust the One who saved me and who loves my children more than I do, to care for them.

Are we wrong to take our children from their home, their family, their church, and their friends?

In short, no. We’d be wrong if we didn’t go.

Knowing this however, doesn’t make the packing or goodbyes any easier.

It won’t magically cause everyone to adapt quickly or love their new home.

This doesn’t even remove all the fears.

But, it is my prayer that as third culture kids, they will see beyond themselves.

They will understand the amazing grace of God, as they see how much they have in comparison with others.

It is my prayer that the Lord will use them to point other children to Him.

That as they play with the orphans and see the outcast, their hearts will be broken and moved to do something more.

As third culture kids, they have an amazing opportunity to experience things that most do not.

Sure, they may miss out on the latest fads. They may miss the typical american life.

But I’m realizing that this is okay.

Because they will encounter so much more.




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