My friend, Sarah, shared a piece of her life with us today, and I was reminded what TRUE friendship is...it's weeping with those who weep, rejoicing with those who rejoice...and getting the same haircut when your friend doesn't have a choice. THIS is friendship, in it's purest and most innocent form. And it made me ask myself...am I this kind of friend?
WARNING: Keep a box of Kleenex handy.
Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.
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There I was, living life to my perspective of the "fullest"; active in my local church, involved in a post-college singles ministry, working at a Christian college, praying for God's direction, when BAM!!!
I married a missionary.
My life has since changed significantly, dramatically, irrevocably, forever. Daily I trudge through the mud and muck of change, and daily I realize the commitment I made was completely and utterly HUGE. I am a missionary's wife. Going into this marriage was a joyful event and each event that has followed has been just as joyful and a little bit surprising. Follow me through the momentous occasions of missionary wife-hood. (Note: it's actually pretty normal...so far.)
Missionary wives, missionary wives-to-be, single women involved in or contemplating involvement in missions and anyone interested in the experience of a woman in missions is invited to join me.
I'm about to embark on a journey of choice - a choice to serve God in the demanding capacity of ministry and in the daunting yet delightful service of missions.