Ask

If any one of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God. James 1:5a

Sometimes we ask God to tell us what to do and then we wait. I’ve been doing that for several months about a specific issue.

As volunteer missionaries, we work on the projects at hand and beg God to tell us what to do next. When we’re faced with a decision, we ask Him to be very clear so we won’t miss His direction. We’re afraid we’ll miss Him if He uses a still, small voice. We ask Him to use a billboard or send us an email!

There is an issue that God keeps bringing to my attention – human trafficking and the commercial sexual exploitation of children. He has allowed my path to cross with several groups working in the field.

I asked God if He wants me to get involved in such a ministry.

He has allowed me to help churches get involved. With His help, I wrote a grant to fund the mental health component of Living Water for Girls, a home for girls ages 12-17 who have been rented, sold and traded right here in Atlanta.

I have gotten phone calls from people I don’t know asking how they can help minister to these girls.

I have asked God if this is what He wants me to do. I have waited and asked and waited and asked.

In the last two days, I have gotten two emails from state and national organizations asking about this type of ministry. Somehow they had gotten my name.

E-mails? Did I miss something?

Time

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die. Ecclesiastes 3:1-2a

Time passes quickly these days.

Since the death of BW, we’ve spent time trying to figure out what’s missing from the break-in that occurred the day before he died. Jack has taken the engine out of his truck and is waiting for God to provide another one. I presented a program on mental health to our Great Physician Servants Health Ministry Leaders and was reminded just how much I love the field of mental health and those who suffer with mental illnesses. Jack spent a few days working at the new home for girls who have been trafficked. I completed one major grant and helped out with another. Jack went to Toccoa, GA, with a Disaster Relief team after the floods. I went to Austell, GA, as a Disaster Relief Chaplain to help families devastated by the floods. We went to a Campers On Mission rally to learn ways to minister while on the road. We went to the Myrtle Beach Fall Motorcycle Rally where we did health screening and shared the healing Gospel of Jesus with bikers. We got to have lunch with Jack’s parents and celebrate his Mom’s birthday before they made their regular migration to Florida for the winter. We just returned from visiting my Mom & Dad and learned the results of Dad’s P.E.T. scan. The cancer is back and there is nothing that can be done.

Time stops.