"Do you not say, ' It is still four months until the harvest comes? Look, I say unto you, raise your eyes and look to the fields and see, they are white for harvest.'" John 4:34
I am a missionary.
But, I am not a preacher, nor an evangelist.
I once asked God what I could do on a mission field for Him. He answered immediately. After that point, my direction never wavered. After high school, I studied to become a teacher.
Four years ago, when we first came to Morrison, God gave me additional directions: be a vessel in which His love could be carried to those who know Him not; be a living testimony of His mercy and grace; a shining light to those living in darkness.
And then He brings them to me. Every school day they come into my world, my life, my classroom. God gives me 180 days to shine that light, to be His hands, to demonstrate His love.
He loves the little children, all the children. And because He does, I do.
And so here they are, my precious, priceless gems.
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