There are days that I wonder how the Lord has made the depths of my heart so deep. The desires of my heart so full that no one person could ever fathom why or how. It's almost as if you could reach right through the physical body into a spiritual forefront. A glimpse or a taste of what is to come, but others...just can't see it... some of them can even imagine it. And if you try to explain it to them... you might as well have come out of the wardrobe after a grand adventure.
In recent past, I woke up with a startle in the night. I had a realization, one that I have quite frequently these days. I realized that I was an American and currently based in America. I got out of bed, looked at my passport and saw the various visas that are stamped there. Not because I went to vacations or tours, but because God took me there. The places that I’ve been...the places that my heart yearns to go... people don’t vacation there. I go to dirty places, places that are inconvenient, places that have expensive plane tickets but after you get there no jobs for the natives and they are cold, tired and hungry. I stared down at my visas and I smiled as the tears began streaming down my face and began to weep and pray for the people in Central Asia… had they been forgotten? overlooked by people? The smile on my face was because God didn’t overlook them nor did He forget them.
Today as I sit here and write this, the depth of my heart longs to be with the people that I've come to love, brothers and sisters 12,000 miles away. I'm fully content in my responsibility here and I'm enjoying it. But on the horizon, I see my future in a distant land. The depth of heart longs for more. Not more for myself, although I will receive with open arms, but for those who've never known truth and the freedom that it derives.
Papa, I pray that you use me, never allow me to absorb into a place of contentment but stir my heart for the things that so stir yours, my visa is not of this world, I will go...Father...Lover of my soul...Papa, I pray that these desires of my heart come to pass.
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