My mission field. You can't be serious Lord. Nope it isn't Africa, South America, Europe or Asia. It is right here. My backyard. I bet if you asked a missionary who does serve in those countries what life is like they will tell you it isn't glamorous. Being raised by Missionaries myself I have a little bit of inkling of what Missionaries go through and the sacrifice that it takes. Remind you of something?
Motherhood, raising children to love Christ and each other. If you ask me sometimes the loving each other part is a little more challenging. It is my mission field but I don't see it that way. Usually my thoughts run in the direction of "another day, another diaper". I scamper through these days like they are just any ole day. I want to work on that. I want to start seeing my life and all that surrounds it as my mission field. Because there is no greater need for missionaries than MY own backyard! Think about it.
Luke 10:2
He told them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few." Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.
Let us not forget the harvest that are our Children! The Harvest that surrounds us each day whether it be the checkout lady at the grocery store, our next door neighbor, our mail person EVERYONE we come in contact with.
"Lord I confess I don't view my life through your eyes. Oh Lord give me your vision, your love, your grace so I can be a better Mother, friend and raise these children that you have entrusted to me to love you and love others" Amen!
