The Nations for an Inheritance

"Ask of Me, and I will give you The Nations for your inheritance. 

And the ends of the earth for your possession."

Psalm 8:2

This is my deepest hearts desire.  The nations for my inheritance.  We are on the final hour countdown, just over 24 hours and we will be leaving the place we know,  for a people, a city, a nation that we do not know.  A people and a nation in need of Christ, the HOPE of glory!  A people and a nation that is KNOWN by my Abba Daddy, whom He loves, He sent Jesus for them!  They hear His small still voice in Mandarin, just as we hear Him in English. 

I have asked the Father several things over the last months.  I have asked to speak Mandarin, to hear Him in Mandarin, to prophesy in Mandarin.  Yes, just like the day of Pentecost when everyone heard the gospel in their own language.  God is just as powerful now as He was then...so yes, I am asking for the tongue of Mandarin. 

I have also asked Abba Daddy, how is it that I am to pray for this place that I do not know, this culture I cannot even begin to fathom, and He has said time and again, ask for it for your inheritance.  So I ask, no, I must say I am on my face crying out for these who do not know him and yet I already love. How is that? How does HE desposit that kind of love in me?  But you see it is not me, it is HIM in me that loves a people I have never met and a country that I long to call my home. 

I have asked God for the rains to fall, for the harvest to be ready. 

"then I will give you the rain for your land in its season,

the early rain and the latter rain, that you may gather in your grain, your new wine, your oil.

Deuteronomy 11:14

During worship Saturday night a very dear friend came up and said she was praying for rain to soften the land of China, that we would walk in power and plant seeds, see the white harvest.  Then she said something that was amazing and crazy...so like God, she said I am praying for rain in the natural on the day you arrive to prophesy the rain in the supernatural that will occur.  We have been checking the weather there and there was no rain in the forcast.  When I got up this morning to see, there is now a 40% chance...

Rain God, bring your rain!  Bring your power!  Bring your Hope of Glory!  Give me the nations for my inheritance and the tongue of Mandarin!  We want to work where you work, do what we see you doing, say what we see you saying!  We want more of you!

Homecoming

We all know the old saying "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."  I have to admit, I have thought it a cheesy saying from time to time.  But after a week of being my love being gone, I am not sure I will say that ever again.  It has been an amazing week for Him and the rest of the mission team, it has been an amazing week for me.  The Father has taught me so many things, one of the most important is that my husband and I, we are ONE.  I have missed him more than I thought possible, on several days, my heart hurt with the intensity of the longing.  I can hardly wait to see the joy in his eyes as he tells the stories and cry with him as he shares the deep emotions that he is bringing home. One thing is for certain, these 9 that left last Monday, are not returning the same.  I pray that I have the grace to handle the new heart that is returning to me.  For this week was ordained since the beginning of time and is really the beginning of an amazing journey that is going to take Kendall and I (and our children as well) a life time to live out.  I have never been more thankful for technology that kept us close...email, facebook, skype...I thank you.  While he was living an adventure, I got to live it thru the beautiful words he blogged and posted on facebook.  I have enjoyed good times with sweet, new friends, been totally attached to my computer as I did not want to miss a post or blog coming from Kendall or anyone who was with, I have had something special to do with my kids each day, stayed up too late watching the olympics, spent more time on facebook than I thought imaginable...I could not be more ready for my beloved to be home!  Although I don't believe life will ever return to normal after this trip, I can hardly wait for what is waiting around the next corner!  Isn't God good!!!  I love that His dreams are bigger than mine...I want your BIG dreams Abba Daddy, don't ever let Kendall and I settle for anything less !!

Welcome Home Beloved, I am Blessed to call you mine!

Leaving Home

As I sit in my cozy home and watch the snow falling outside my window, I am mindful of those who have no home.  How blessed I am to be warm, have good food to eat, a roof over my head.  My mind drifts to leaving this home, to the path that strecthes out before us, what the Father is calling us to do.  What will home look like this time next year?  Will it be the same, will it be different?  I remember Jesus saying that He had no place to lay his head and again I am struck how very blessed I am.  Yet there is a conflict in me because I am also ready to put a sign in the yard and GO; go to the place he called us, begin the journey.  Waiting is a hard thing, deciding when to sell and what the next step is always creates a tension that begs to hear clearly from the Father who sees it all, who plans the path of our life.  We long to walk the path HE is preparing, not going to the right or the left. 

Last night, after the children were tucked into bed and all was quiet, I picked up a book I had gotten at the library and there, on the front page was Hebrew 11:8.

It was by FAITH that Abraham obeyed

when God called him to leave home

and go to another land that God would give him as his inheritance. 

He went without knowing where he was going.

It was sweet manna for me.  Leaving requires a FAITH and an OBEDIENCE; A TRUST in the ONE who sees it all and has a plan.  Even if it is not clear in my natural abilities to understand.  He KNOWS.  How refreshing, how peaceful.  Isn't it amazing that we can walk with Faith and also walk in His PRESENCE.  When we do, we miss nothing--not the miracles or the intimate relationship!!  When Jesus called his disciples to come, the came not knowing what it would look like and yet they left ALL and followed.  I sometimes wonder...when we step onto the soil of that distant land, will I look around and say "how can I feel like I have come home, when I have never been here before?"

I'm ready Father, ready to leave home...I will go where you say, when you say.  I know that provision is already there, I know that the path is being laid out as the day draws near.  I praise you because you are the I AM!!

As we celebrate Christmas...

...please remember and interceed for our brothers and sisters all over the world who are being persecuted for claiming Christ.  Especially in China and the Muslim Nations.

Hebrews 13:3 "Remember the Lord's people who are in jail and be concerned for them.  Don't forget those who are suffering, but imagine that you are there with them."

For more information check out Voice of the Martyrs

A new plan...

For many years I have dreamed of the years I spent in the mission field as a child. Often yearning to return with an intensity that I could not explain or understand. After all I only felt that way because of my memories as a child growing up...right? That is what everyone told me, I had begun to set aside that deep desire. The Father had given me the other dreams HE had placed deep in my heart to be a wife and a mother and I was seeing those come to fruition before my very eyes. But why, on quiet occasions or while reading missionary stories to my children, did I have to tamp down the strong urge to GO? Recently I came to understand that that desire was there for HIS purpose, it was a dream HE did place in my heart, one HE intended for us to pursue.

Some months back in the spring of this year Kendall came to me and said the Lord had shown him something. Not telling me what it was, he wanted the Father to show me separately. A laying out of fleece so to speak, like Gideon did in the Old Testament. Then one early morning as I was reading through the New Testament I read this:

How then shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed?

And how shall they believe in Him of whom they have not hear?

And how shall they hear without a preacher?

And how shall they preach unless they are sent?

As it is written:

How beautiful are the feel of those who preach the gospel of peace,

Who bring glad tidings of good things?

Romans 10: 14-15

AND I KNEW, the Father in HIS all encompassing presence and sweet, still voice, whispered in my spirit..."Yes beloved, I have lit that same flame in your husband, I am giving him the dream of taking ME to the nations! Your dreams will be a reality, for that was MY dream for you!!" So I ask do dreams come true?

Just as Joshua asked the leaders of each tribe of Israel to take a rock as they crossed the Jordan and set foot into the promise land so it would serve as a reminder for the generations to come what God had done. This blog has become my "rock" to bring Glory to my Abba Father. We are willing FATHER, send us where you want us to GO...