he literally has trees growing into his house. the backyard is full of 3' high poison ivy. it's likely he hasn't showered in years. the evidence can be seen and smelled, the stench is far greater than one can describe. his stained clothes don't fit. the neighbors he's had for years have NEVER seen him. the speaker on the front porch is how he communicates with most of the world.
yet...there he was. outside twice in two days to talk with mountain man. wearing surgical gloves to protect him from the environment he talked circles around my husband.
now, more than ever in my life, i firmly believe God has us where he wants us.
there is a reason my loving yet firm husband is there. there is a reason this man opens up to him...
and today, which may be his last day working in that area...i'm praying for the Lord to use mountain man. will you join me in prayer?
and to go one step further in my prayers and ponderings. i love everything about missionaries and their missions. there are SO many lost, hurting, helpless souls in the world that need help.
there are those same kind of souls not only in africa or China but also in our fine country. even...in our neighborhoods.
is it possible we have all been called to be missionaries?