Sat on the ocean’s shore today…something I haven’t done since Swakupmond. Sitting there today brought back a lot of memories, not just of that time but what has happened all in between - some were good, some were necessary but not fun, and some reminded me how long. But the memory that I loved the most was remembering why...
It was on that beach shore that I knew I was made to be a missionary and that God would be enough for me. How? …well somethings are unexplainable, but you just know. It’s amazing to be able to look back to a time where the thought of being a missionary was near to impossible, yet here I am :)
