Waiting...

I open my call a week from tomorrow!

People keep asking me "Where do you want to go??" And I have a very hard time answering it. Of course I want to go somewhere completely awesome, where everyone will be so shocked and say "That's the coolest mission!". I would love to serve foreign and learn a language and receive that intense culture shock. But I'm not choosing. I know that when I open that envelope a week from tomorrow, that whichever geographic location is written in the letter, that it will feel exactly right. And I won't be able to picture myself anywhere else.

It's just so hard waiting! Each day gets slower and slower. 

Almost there!!

It may not be on the mountain height

Or over the stormy sea,

It may not be at the battle's front

My Lord will have need of me.

But if, by a still, small voice he calls

To paths that I do not know,

I'll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:

I'll go where you want me to go.

Perhaps today there are loving words

Which Jesus would have me speak;

There may be now in the paths of sin

Some wand'rer whom I should seek.

O Savior, if thou wilt be my guide,

Tho dark and rugged the way,

My voice shall echo the message sweet:

I'll say what you want me to say.

There's surely somewhere a lowly place

In earth's harvest fields so wide

Where I may labor through life's short day

For Jesus, the Crucified.

So trusting my all to thy tender care,

And knowing thou lovest me,

I'll do thy will with a heart sincere:

I'll be what you want me to be.

I'll go where you want me to go, dear Lord,

Over mountain or plain or sea;

I'll say what you want me to say, dear Lord;

I'll be what you want me to be.