PEACE....
now that is a word that use to be so easy for me to explain. Life was good. I knew where I belonged in those days. Well, at least in terms of at my church.... took me years to find out I belonged reaching out the the youth.
UN-REST.... oh, my soul is restless...
I know it now. I have the wandering, restless spirit so well known among the Irish missionaries of old. I knew that by this time I would be perparing to leave home.... I knew that when I was 16/17. Sometimes I wish I would listen to myself. LOL. I know myself better that I think. Oh, how I long to wander the open lands and go where the Spirit leads. Who know where HE will lead me with my work?
PAINED....
THe sorrow and losses of the past year have left bitter scars. The unwise choices, the bitter wounds, and the lessons learned. I may not be strong yet, but I am stronger from this time.
With all said, I am starting real packing as of today, that I might be able to give away what I no longer need or can keep. My time here in Kansas is over. From this time on, I am only a visitor. I have loved living and growing up here, but such days are over. 'Tis time to finish the studying I began when I was 7 to become a missionary.... then start working among my generation and those generations of youth yet to come.
FATHER GOD, TO YOU I COMMIT THIS LIFE!!! AMEN!!!
~ Traveller Gal, out!
