Missions that were delayed last year due to the pandemic have now received a green light, and so we must move on.
At times, God seems to shift us when our heart is heaviest, and suddenly a seemingly unbearable burden lifts. Be encouraged, dear hearts, His timing is perfect, and His grace is sufficient.
Graces, The Littlest Flowers and Belanatur, the loveliest pages I’ve ever woven together, all is a trail of perfumed kindness that has actually ministered much to me as it was being laid out. I am grateful. I am very grateful.
The journey ahead, other parts of Belarus, followed by Russia. I had hoped to share more of that but the task is one that calls for all of me. I rise to the calling.
Take care, little flowers.
You are highly loved.
To all who are hurting for Cuba at this time of dire need, my prayers continue. I share these words of comfort from my morning devotional today.
“His stillness is not acquiescence. His silence is not consent. He is only biding His time, and will arise, in the most opportune moment, and when the designs of the wicked seem on the point of success, to overwhelm them with disaster. As we look out on the evil of the world; as we think of the apparent success of wrong-doing; as we wince beneath the oppression of those that hate us, let us remember these marvelous words about God being still and beholding.” Streams in the Desert