Tears running down my face, I looked at my wife, hoping that she had an answer to my doubts. But her face reflected back the same misgivings. We both felt God asking us, Will you trust Me with your children, as you trust Me with your lives?
“Take anything else Lord, I don’t care!” my heart cried. I’ve always lived a carefree life without fear. But suddenly, now I am afraid of everything because of my children. I don’t want anything to befall any of us.
When God called us to be missionaries it was not just a step, it was the beginning of a journey. It’s comfortable here in America. We have family, friends and a nice job. To be honest, it just doesn’t make sense for us to leave. I still can’t picture us leaving behind everyone we love.
Eileen and I wiped our tears and weighed all the possibilities, outcomes and worst-case scenarios. We asked ourselves one question: Is it worth it? Is it worth the dangers and heartaches and sacrifices to bring the gospel of Christ to those who do not know Him?
The truth came home to both our hearts: I would rather live a short life of faith than a long life of fear.
“As it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body, whether by life or by death” (Phil. 1:20)