Have you ever told the Lord, “I can’t do that?” I have, totally convinced that it was useless to even try. Until the Lord showed me that even small things become significant in his hands.
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Our 8 suitcases bulged with the few things we owned, including eight teddy bears! Other than one box stored with my parents and the scarce money we had, it was all we owned in the world. But finally, we were ready to leave! Mission field here we come!
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Sitting here at the kitchen table, I hear the shepherd who lives uphill start his delapidated truck. It seems quieter this time. He might have fixed it since our last visit. Or our closed windows might muffle the rattle.
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Being an immigrant myself this topic is close to my heart. I cannot fully relate to refugees or economic immigrants. I did not move out of personal need, but for ministry. Plus I have dual citizenship. But I understand moving to an unfamiliar country. And we have also worked with refugees here. Even adopting unofficially a young Nigerian woman and her baby.
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It was 1992, and after only two years on the field we were “back home,” at least in the minds of our fellow Americans. But we were planning our return to Italy, for that was where God had called us and planted our hearts.
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We have a saying in Italian. Non c’è niente di nuovo sotto il sole. (There is nothing new under the sun.) And yes, I know it’s from the Bible. But I also know that King Solomon, who wrote that, didn’t live in a foreign land. Otherwise, I wonder if he might not have changed it to: “There is something new under the sun. Every day, and in countless ways!”
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Signora Sheila 