A message to my family: Why I must go to the mission field...

I know this is difficult for you. Difficult to understand and not something you want to accept. Know that it is difficult for me as well, to leave you. But the One who purchased me with His own blood and paid a debt so great, a debt I could never pay, has called me to do this work for Him. And if He gave His life for me, should I not give my life for Him?

This missionary call is not a whim or just something I decided to do. It is a genuine call of God and has been tested many years through much refining and trial. It burns like a steady fire in my soul. And it burns with one focus... to serve Christ, to serve His people and to be His hands and feet in a very desperate area of the world. A place full of people who have cried out in desperation for years to Him. “God help us!!” “Please help us!!” and for over thirty years He has been preparing us and molding us into the kind of servants needed to meet that desperate cry and used in answering their prayers.

I know it is a long way away and that you are afraid for me. Please don't be. I am safer in the middle of Gods' will than you are just sitting in your living room. Our lives are so fleeting and I am happy to give these last years to this work. I cannot think of anything greater to live for or a more fulfilling way to live out my life. Please be happy for me, please let me go with peace. I know this is a sacrifice for you. Ever since Christ came to earth, lived, gave His life and rose again, He has called His people to serve in many ways. This is the way He has chosen for me and for you. For me to go and for you to stay and to let me go.

I love you