While being un-successful at locating a lost email in my “missions folder”, I was encouraged as I read through many of our discussions, thoughts, questions “back then” as well as so many encouraging emails from friends and family members as we were deciding what to do with this “call” God had placed on our hearts. One in particular was sent by my good friend – he’d sent it our way after he’d read it and thought of our boys. This was at a time when our oldest especially was rather unsure of such a move:
For my own part, I have never ceased to rejoice that God has appointed me to such an office. People talk of the sacrifice I have made in spending so much of my life in Africa. . . . Is that a sacrifice which brings its own blest reward in healthful activity, the consciousness of doing good, peace of mind, and a bright hope of a glorious destiny hereafter? Away with the word in such a view, and with such a thought! It is emphatically no sacrifice. Say rather it is a privilege. Anxiety, sickness, suffering, or danger, now and then, with a foregoing of the common conveniences and charities of this life, may make us pause, and cause the spirit to waver, and the soul to sink; but let this only be for a moment. All these are nothing when compared with the glory which shall be revealed in and for us. I never made a sacrifice.
God is so cool.