Uruguay Mission

I'm now sixty years old. Thirty years of my life I spent allowing Christ to find me and discovering the peace of a relationship with the living God. The next thirty I spent learning to trust his leading in everything; that every gift he gives is good and is complete. God takes care of all the effects caused by our shared actions. The next thirty I'll spend serving with Christ wherever he leads. I've been called to travel with him.

Life, she is good.

March 20, 2012 I'll fly on a one way ticket to Uruguay. I will take a bus to a coastal city where I have a dorm room rented in a hostel for twelve days. After that I have no idea, around Christmas 2011 as this is written, of what will happen next. I expect the next five years to fly past as I learn and explore.

I'm not of this world, I'm an ambassador from my home-in-Christ to a troubled world. As an ambassador, a sent one, my maintenance and duties are the responsibility of the one that sent me. For today I'm picturing that as a missionary to Uruguay. Once I get there I will discover new paths.

A rocket's guidance system does it no good when it's sitting on its big, fat, launching pad. I'm getting off my pad and I'll let the Holy Spirit's guidance continue. The button has been pushed, in-flight changes are expected. I know and I've experienced that God's grace is more than sufficient.

This is going to be fun.