Life was simple until the early 1980’s when I was diagnosed with a borderline case of breast cancer. I was stunned. My condition forced me to search my heart. I wasn’t afraid of death. But God got me thinking, “If I would leave this world tomorrow, did I have any regrets?” I had one regret at the time. I did not follow through on a decision I made during a college retreat to serve as a short-term missionary. Excuses abounded as many opportunities came knocking and went unanswered. I finally responded after 12 years and including 7 years of marriage when many “God-moments” came together. But instead of joining a work, Brad and I were asked to start a work. God has a sense of humor in other ways, too. Not speaking a lick of Spanish nor having any experience, we became the organizers of a church plant in Calexico, California, a border town near El Centro.
Little did we know we’d be making the 225 mile trip 225 times over the next 7 years – often weekly for some of the years. But it was a ‘God-work’ where ¼ of the church body eventually made the journey with us – several making the trip 100 times or so. The locals benefited, but I tend to think we received more than our share of blessings.
God has restored my physical health, but importantly he made me whole spiritually and led me to live a life with no regrets.
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