Truly, there is NO place like home with my dear husband and sweet boys!!!  My 38-year-old pregnant body is just almost recovered from my sister-get-a-way trip.  It was an enjoyable time with my sensational sister with lots of food, fun, and fellowship.  We saw lots of interesting sights, and some very disheartening ones as well. 

Until this trip, I had never really seriously considered how many, many, many places exist HERE in the good ‘ol U.S.A. that remain in desperate need of a Savior.  I won’t mention where exactly we went, but know that we ALL need to spend much more time on our knees for the lost and for missionaries… in the U.S. and abroad. 

During my time away, I considered how incredibly challenging it must be to be a missionary in foreign countries where the name of Jesus has never been heard and/or is not even safely spoken.  However, I continue to struggle with how difficult, and near impossible, it must be to try and reach those who have not only heard the name of Jesus, but also have become utterly and contentedly numb to it.

Also, I stand amazed at how God-focused missionaries can remain pure and uncontaminated when constantly surrounded by the EXTREME, in-your-face temptations, trepidations, and wiles of this world that lurk like a cunning lion waiting patiently for an opportunity to strike the jugular!

Oh, how I praise God that His salvation has provided eyes to discern, strength to resist, and moments to plant seeds!

Living In His Blessings Undreamt of,

Michelle