Proud parents were telling stories of God's faithfulness, protection and provision. They told of the young men's passion to share the love of God with everyone that they met. This was their mission. Every shop that they entered, every person that they encountered, every step of the way was to bring the Good News to whoever would listen. They told of listening to people's stories, praying for waitresses having a bad day, sharing the Gospel with many struggling strangers. Really listening to the answer when they asked "how are you?"
And so I ask myself.....isn't this MY mission as well? Since when does one have to leave everything behind and walk across America to share the faithfulness of Jesus to a stranger? To reach out with a kindness, a smile, a gentle touch?
Today I received the awesome news that I am still in remission. I don't have to go back to the doctor for THREE MONTHS and there is a potential that the Tarceva could take me to a place of healing where I won't even need to take this drug! What FANTASTIC news. News I want to share! News that fills me with hope and joy. But the good news of the Gospel of Jesus, His redemption and forgiveness, is even better news. His love story fills me with lasting hope and joy. It's news I need to share. May God give us a passion and heart of love that propels us into our world with THIS
news.
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