Enough

There is so much need in the world- even in my own back yard.  Why go to Zambia?  Why make plans to return, when we can invest in other things?

These questions have been inferred in conversations I've had- They are honest, good questions.  The answer came easily when I asked myself the same things.

To be straight up honest- something permanent happened to me in Zambia.  I don't know a better way to describe it than that it's like my arm was amputated, and I can never go back (and I don't want to).  I'm changed for good.  My heart has been won over by this place, these people.  I'm devoted to join with them, to support them, to serve and love God together with them.  That's it.  It's not a post-mission trip mountain top high (in fact, most of this trip was spent in the valley).  It's not our cause-of-the-moment.

Why did I fall in love with Jim, and not some other man?  Why are we called to The Ransom, and not some other church?  Why do we live where we live and work where we work?

I don't know why we're devoted to these things.

But I know God orchestrated it.

And I know it's good.

That's enough for me.