Let me go and spend my last drop of life and strength in some corner darkness calls home.
Let me sell ease and comfort in exchange for pain and toil, and sweat, and sacrifice.
Let me forsake the insanity of security for the audacity of a miracle-studded existence.
Let me weep. And let my tears water your dreams…
March 23, 2012 at 1:19 pm
That has been the language of my heart and, oh, my soul sings when friends express it! May the Lord continue to bless you and Chantee. 🙂
March 23, 2012 at 4:10 pm
Such precious faces, precious people… Whose heart cannot be touched? Whose eyes can remain dry? (not mine) Who can be contented to live an unconcerned existence while millions such as these are longing and hungering for love, for hope? Oh let me go too…
March 23, 2012 at 5:54 pm
My sentiments exactly.
March 24, 2012 at 5:03 pm
I've got to tell you, this kept me awake last night. Because there's a huge likelihood that God is going to call my whole family to go this winter… And here I am, crying "But I don't want to go, to leave what I love, not even for a moment!…I want to go to GYC!!…" Excuse after excuse. I changed my cry. Now it runs along the lines of "Lord, make me willing…"
March 26, 2012 at 6:26 pm
These words. . . they echo deep.
March 26, 2012 at 11:08 pm
…Oh Let Me Go