
If I thought I was longing to go back into missions and YWAM before, Jessica's visit surely heightened the longing. Not only in me, but Larry as well.
As we browsed pictures, remembered our own journeys in years past and as I wore my new punjabi around town something in me that I would have sworn was dead and never coming to life again suddenly burst forth from my gut.
Life! I long to be alive again!
I long to run with Jesus in other places.
I long to tell people about Jesus.
I long to learn other languages with Him.
I long to see the places He has created on this earth.
They may be only a shadow of the life to come but this world, nevertheless, fell from His fingertips as well.
I long to live and love and laugh again.
I long to live like His child at play in His Hand.
Life, LIFE, abundant life. Oh how I long to taste of you, thus seeing Him, again.
Joy, joy unspeakable.
Being who He created me to be and living that to the fullest.
Thank You Jesus for reminding me that there is resurrection...even on this side of eternity.


