The Writing on a Box
There is a very important cardboard box in the back of my closet that I pull out from time to time to help me remember. Almost a year ago I came home from an interview with a wonderful mission organization that I deeply admired. The interview went well and I was in the interview process with another organization that I also had a missionary-crush on. Living a deeply missionary life has been my dream for a while now, and it still is a something that I hold very dear and ache for each day. But that day I came home from this interview with a need to map out a vision, large so that I could see it, touch it. There is a verse in the book of Habbakuk that has moved me since college. “Then the Lord answered me and said: Write down the vision; Make it plain upon tablets, so that the one who reads it may run. For the vision is a witness for the appointed time, a testimony to the end; it will not disappoint. If it delays, wait for it, it will surely come, it will not be late.” Ha