Make me a Servant... scary stuff!
I have sung this song in many different times in my life with many different emotions of heart. As a teenager, maybe more caught up in the tune than the lyrics. As a High School graduate going to mission training with great expectation and enthusiasm of serving him on some foreign field. The romanticism of mission ministry swelling in my heart. Then again on the field, struggling with homesickness, culture shock, really wanting to be home but wanting more to serve Him. Lately it has been different. I am in my 20+ year of living on the mission field. I sort of married into it. My husband is a preacher, my children are now teens, and I am facing new challenges of ministry. New responsibilities that becoming a midwife would entail make me sing the song again. This time with a bit of fear - life was so comfortable for awhile there, I am fearful of those new responsibilities. Fear of failure, maybe a bit. But fear of not knowing where this will lead me. Also fear of the realit
