Missionary by Susan L.

In acts of kindness randomly, a smile, an open door, a seat offered, an ear, simple generosity with no cost in this world. The mission field is everywhere. It was never meant to be contained in distant troubled lands trapped behind stormy, well armed borders. Strife, terror, hunger know no such boundaries. Everywhere...everywhere I say, where we walk or talk or dwell,. We go as children of the King of all kings, as instruments of His peace. It is His love that fills us empowering us to love the broken and the wanting and the lost. We'll have to trust it's not for us to always be aware how we have touched a heart, a soul, a mind. We may never realize how seeds of hope and love may forever last a lifetime like a candle in the night. Lord, let me be the servant You desire. Help me, Father, set aside prejudice and its offspring, fear. Help me, Abba, be the one to live what Your love means. I ask these things in Jesus' name, the one who loves us all. "Let no one despise your youth, but be an example to the believers in word, in conduct, in love, in spirit, in faith, in purity." 1 Tim 4:12