what i found again today in prayer.

i'm a missionary in my own country.

called to the lost, the hurting, the ones who need Jesus.
the ones who need dinner or a cup of cold water.
the ones who need more than what the world has to offer.
the ones who simply want prayer.

i'm a missionary in my own country.
praying and working and studying.
loving and loving and loving again.
giving and hurting,
learning and growing,
weeping and laughing. . .

i'm a missionary in my own country.
married to Jesus - for richer or poorer,
in good times and in bad, 'til death can't even part.

i'm a missionary in my own country.
doing "right here" what i want to do "over there" somewhere
(and someday i will).

but today, i'm a missionary in my own country.
and i wouldn't have it any other way.


happy day after christmas everybody!
love,
deborah