I cried this week…

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I was a missionary for 12 years. I vividly remember the emotions my friend A.L.F. is describing in her post, “I cried this week…” I was in a position, as she is, to lead hundreds, sometimes thousands – it is a lonely place up there all alone and thoughts of throwing in the towel are never far from your mind. After over a decade of that life, no wonder I tend to write humor…

A Living Flame

I cried this week. I almost never cry. I am not one who prides myself on not being a crier but I just don’t respond to emotion often by crying. Life has been hard though. I have cried more in these first months of 2014 then I have in years. It is not brought on by shallow, petty or even circumstantial things but by deep hurt. Mostly the hurt of being misunderstood.

I am thankful for the honor and position that God has given me. It has allowed me to make a great impact in my sphere in the world I live in. Being in a place of position does have great disadvantages. Often people in ministry are placed on a pedestal. It is not a pedestal that we have asked to be placed on. It is often a pedestal of honor. However when you are on a pedestal you…

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Chai Did It

In general, I am caught off guard. A remodeled kitchen leads to cleaning out and repainting my pantry, which leads to picking up a box of Tazo Organic Chai Tea (which I don’t like). For some reason, (probably to put off actually working,) I decide to read the box.

“DID YOU KNOW?

In the foothills of the Himalayas, chai wallahs can be found serving up steaming cups of sweetly spiced chai to wandering souls.”

Yes. I did know.

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And suddenly, I am there. I can feel the small, stained brown, angular, hot glass in my hand.  I see a wrinkled, skinny old man in a knit cap squatting on the ground watching me watching him take drags on a cigarette in between sips of his chai.

That was unexpected, but sure enough, I’m there.

 

From 1999-2011 I lived in the country of India as a wife and a missionary.

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