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Last night I was in a wonderful service where the spirit of the Lord was moving and all I could do is weep. As I begin to pray, "Lord take these hands and these feet they are yours to use" the Lord begin to remind me of our time in Vanuatu. How that our feet regardless of how much cleaning we did would never really come clean. They always had a layer of permanent dirt displaying the lifestyle of flip flops or bare feet in a muddy terrain. I remembered how when Nathan and I first got married he always told me my feet were pretty and I liked to keep them looking nice for him. I remember how hard it was on me in Vanuatu as a newly wed to complete this impossible task and I wept a little harder as I said “yes, Lord you can have my feet.” I begin to think about the new "World View" magazine issue that was completely on Vanuatu, and one of the first things I noticed was our fellow Vanuatu missionary, and mentor, Bryan Webb pictured with a host of children gathered round as he told stories. My eyes automatically went to his feet to find a familiar sight of ulcers. Those who are familiar with a tropical environment know that even the slightest cut you don’t feel our know you have, if left untreated becomes infected with bacteria growing at a lightening speed. I remembered many long days on our bare feet in the school house and seeing Nathan’s feet covered in these deep sores and trying desperately in the evenings to soak them in any and all anti bacterial things we could find. I never really got these on my feet - for me I battled them on my hands - I wept a little harder and said, “Lord I give you my hands.” You see last night I was pouring my alabaster box out on the Lord’s feet. This was my sacrifice and I was weeping over His feet and washing them with my hair. In my mind this was me giving Him my all. There is just something about reaching that point where you can say, “I don’t hold my life too closely.” The Bible says that we must lose this life to find it. It is amazing the way God begins to bless you, the peace that comes from knowing you are willing to do whatever He asks and knowing no matter what He asks it is still never enough. There is something about the love relationship between the heavenly Father and those willing to reach out to His lost at any cost - He blesses it. In this blog I share a picture that I am not proud of. The reason I am not proud is that at the end of our time in Vanuatu we got so overwhelmed with the work load and the lack of help we begin to be too exhausted to go through the long process of cooking there. We would snack on a piece of fruit and call it a night before we’d get up giving our all the next day. As a result I ended up about 20 lbs under weight. We were so overwhelmed because the Harvest was ripe and there was so much work to do. I am ashamed and do not recommend this. We plan on taking preventative measures this next time, and watching it closely but I am very familiar with giving all and having nothing left. Last night in the service I thought of Bryan again with sores on his feet waiting for back up - waiting for workers. Even now, as we work hard to join the work, knowing even with us and others on board we will each easily exhaust all with this ripe Harvest. So I ask you “Lift up your heads unto the fields, THEY TRULY ARE RIPE ready to harvest. Are you willing to count your life nothing for the sake of the gospel? Do you believe He can carry you through even the hardest circumstance? Do you love Him? Then please count the cost and feed His sheep. Friend, this is a plea. We only have such little time please work while it is day. Don’t leave Bryan and others who are exhausted and waiting on reinforcements alone on the job. Friend, Is God is calling you? He has a specific work for you. Give your all, break your alabaster box before His feet and see what He would have you to do. Then do me a favor, when you reach your destination look me up and tell me how God carried you, tell me how He blessed you as you joined in the fellowship of His suffering, tell me how losing your life has brought you more joy than living for yourself ever could. It is just a small part of knowing Him deeper. Jesus was the first missionary. Leaving His home on high to come to a place full of suffering. He suffered all for us and we share a piece of His heart when we suffer so little for Him, and friend, “there is nothing like knowing Him more."
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