Japan

"Kindle Mariah's memories of Japan."
"I am sending her as a light to the nations."
"For as you understand you are the workmanship of my hands, a praise will spring forth and a worship will spring forth that will turn the world around you to me."
"Your life is a fragrance poured out, a blessing to me and a strength to those whom you are called to minister."
"FirePlace will spread with the oil of the Holy Spirit."

So I started learning Japanese.
I've taken a year, and am still studying on my own.
I've researched the different opportunities that will get me there.
I wept with the disasters.
I listened to the call placed on my life, and responded.
Ended up in Oklahoma.
Returned having been commissioned, blessed.
Doors opened.

But there is yet no direction from God. No blinking arrow or lit-up verse that gives me any clue as to how or when or where or why.
Nothing but a heart desiring.
And so I wait for Him. To move, so I can follow. It's hard, the waiting. I want to go. I want to go.
But I need direction so I wait.
And it is so hard.

A friend died yesterday. 26 years old, a work accident. She volunteered at my church with the youth and sunday services. That's most often when I'd see her.
Wish I had talked more. But there is no confusion like the time before. Just sadness. And a realization that 26 is young. What does God have for me? My time, my life...I want it to all be for Him. I want every moment to be one of loving Him. Because 26 is only 6 years away. How much time do we all really have?

--MovingGirl