I think every word that has come to mind the past month has felt too mundane or too pale a definition to create the beauty and desperation.. the darkness, yet the heartbeating of magnificent light.. the faces, the laughter, the cries-- all to longing to hear the Name-- to believe in the One.

I was hoping to create a beautiful imagery of my experience in a dark, hurting place-- a land so different than ours.. a corrupt, agonized society.. China. What can I even say? Nothing I write, nothing I say, nothing you hear.. will even remotely do the justice that is required.

So, I must simply say this- The sacrifice was worth it all. My sacrifice is a pitiful attempt to make it loud and known that He is alive- and He is saving grace- and He is the Truth. I thought I was giving something up even moving here to Mobile.. I thought I was throwing away a life of dreams and success- But it is all a blessing. Just another gift to praise my King for!! This can never be counted sacrifice...

I want a real sacrifice. I deep-cutting, life-tampering, people-shakin', roaring sacrifice that will erase the image of me and portray His Majesty only. It's coming, my friend.

I'm only blessed to know Him. I am only preparing for eternity. :-)