In recent days the Lord has really been recking my heart with the reality that this trip really isn't about my happiness; its about my wholeness. Its about the 143 million orphans in the world who have never heard the name Jesus. Who don't know when their next meal will be, or if they will even have one. Who have never had a bath. Have never heard the words, "I love you." Who have no idea that they are children of the Risen King. That he knows them by name. That they are made in His image. That he knows the number of hairs on their head. That He cares. That there is spiritual richness in material deprivation and spiritual starvation in material wealth. Its about them. His children. Not about me.
Serving the Lord calls for reckless abandonment. Completely losing yourself in the will of the Lord. The "Me" attitude has got to go in order to achieve a Christ-centered perspective. My wholeness is nothing that I can ever achieve or gain . It can only be found in the presence of the Father. The shadow of the Almighty. I am only a vessel. An empty jar waiting to be filled. A mound of clay awaiting sculpting.

Isaiah 6:8
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I. Send me!"