Blank Pages

I sit here drinking my hot tea (yes, with milk-thanks to the Mercy Ship influence) staring at this blank page on my blog. To be honest, I did not feel like a missionary nurse and my life happenings were worthy to write about in the past three years. The last post was at the end of my first semester in theory and research classes. From that point on, graduate school, clinicals, and working full-time as an agency operating room consumed my time. Short vacation time in between classes, I would jump on airplanes to visit friends in far off places like Oregon and Hong Kong. The most memorable adventure was visiting my sister in Papua New Guinea where she serves with Ethnos 360 (formerly New Tribes Missions). I loved seeing her in her element and how the body of believers at Lapilo support missionaries translating the Bible. I visited missionary friends in New Zealand and Australia on the way home. I talk about my travels, because I love doing it- experiencing a new culture, another stamp in the passport, trying new foods, meeting amazing people, and seeing another part of this diverse world. What I love even more, is traveling with a purpose of serving. My heart has longed for another mission ever since returning stateside. Through many tears and prayer, I learned God had called me stateside not only for school, but to give me a mission field here (more on that later). My life verse has always been Acts 1:8- to be a witness wherever I am in life. For this season, it has been Arlington, Texas. I have learned to be obedient to the mission field in front of me, but always praying for next one- and He has answered. I have a few blank pages left in my passport before it expires in 2018 so my next adventure awaits... 

"But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnessesin Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” Acts 1:8