In the beginning there is always a word. For me, the word was "Russia".
Three years ago I was attending service at Hope Community Church in Cottage Grove the same way I had nearly every Sunday since the age of 4. A guest speaker was visiting from the mission field, a semi-regular event at Hope. I do not remember if it was a man or a woman. I do not remember which country they were serving in. All that I remember is that they spoke the word "Russia" and I heard.
It is difficult to describe what and how I heard. There was no accompanying vision, no specific instruction, no sesne of direction. I simply heard the word "Russia" and my heart was stirred up.
Feeling both confused and amused I offered up a quick prayer of willingness to the Lord and filed away the word in my heart and mind for safe keeping...for another time.
Three years ago I was attending service at Hope Community Church in Cottage Grove the same way I had nearly every Sunday since the age of 4. A guest speaker was visiting from the mission field, a semi-regular event at Hope. I do not remember if it was a man or a woman. I do not remember which country they were serving in. All that I remember is that they spoke the word "Russia" and I heard.
It is difficult to describe what and how I heard. There was no accompanying vision, no specific instruction, no sesne of direction. I simply heard the word "Russia" and my heart was stirred up.
Feeling both confused and amused I offered up a quick prayer of willingness to the Lord and filed away the word in my heart and mind for safe keeping...for another time.
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