Love the Master, not the ministry

Eleven years ago, we started out on this grand adventure, not realizing the full cost of discipleship.

As I look back on the mountaintops and the valleys, I am reminded of this truth: Love the Master, not the ministry.

People will come and go. He remains. A thousand times I have wanted to give up, but every single time my Father has reminded me that He alone is faithful and true.

Some days this journey feels like a hard-fought hallelujah, but I am so thankful to be able to say: we're still standing, by God's grace.

I mistakenly went to Haiti believing I could help the poor and needy, but what God revealed to me was that I was the destitute one.

How gracious He has been every step of this journey.