An Epitaph

written by Karen Watson (missionary murdered in Iraq)

When God calls there are no regrets. I wasn't called to a place; I was called to Him. To obey was my objective, to suffer was expected, His glory my reward, His glory my reward . . .

The missionary heart:
Cares more than some think is wise
Risks more that some think is safe
Dreams more than some think is practical
Expects more than some think is possible.

I was called not to comfort or to success but to obedience. . . .

Exciting April

So far this month has been a busy one. Starting with Easter. . .


Me and my cousin, Elise. How stinkin' cute is she??

Still Learning

again, from Humility: the forgotten virtue

We need to understand that we were God's enemies prior to salvation. We did not seek Him or love Him. Even our best deeds were filthy rags in His sight, polluted by sin. How foolish it is for us to become proud of ourselves when, apart from Christ, there is nothing good in us. It would be like a small child bragging about the mess he had just made in his diaper. As disgusting as that is, taking pride in what we are or have done is even more disgusting because, without Christ, we would be an abomination to the Lord.

. . . the only thing we can claim as our own is our sin.

"To this one I will look, to him who is humble and contrite of spirit, and who trembles at my Word."
Isaiah 66.2

Joy in Jesus