Let Not Our Longing Slay The Appetite

Missionaries Are Very Human Folks, Simply A Bunch Of Nobodies Trying To Exalt Somebody.

I Pray For You, That All Your Misgivings Will Be Melted To Thanksgivings. Remember That The Shadow A Thing Casts Often Far Exceeds The Size Of The Thing Itself (especially If The Light Be Low On The Horizon) And Though Some Future Fear May Strut Brave Darkness As You Approach, The Thing Itself Will Be But A Speck When Seen From Beyond. Oh That He Would Restore Us Often With That 'aspect From Beyond,' To See A Thing As He Sees It, To Remember That He Dealeth With Us As With Sons.

As Your Life Is In His Hands, So Are The Days Of Your Life. But Don’t Let The Sands Of Time Get Into The Eye Of Your Vision To Reach Those Who Sit In Darkness. They Simply Must Hear.

I Seek Not A Long Life, But A Full One, Like You Lord Jesus.

If We Are The Sheep Of His Pasture, Remember That Sheep Are Headed For The Altar.