Trotting cautiously down the steep steps leading to the front door of my Sydney home, it is a typical early spring evening. The sun has long gone, & there are clouds in the sky - but it's still a winsome time of day & year.
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I could quite happily live where I live all my life, & never leave this reasonably comfortable city - let alone my country.
But if the Sovereign King calls this little clay-jar* daughter, His weak**, feeble & less-than-godly shepherdess, to serve foreign flocks in a foreign nation - some time before the end of her life..will she not go?
And if her Father calls her, will she go with the blessing & support of her family or fellow Servants in the Kingdom?
L/T.
*
2 COR. 4:7ff
**
2 COR. 12:9ff
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