In the summer of 2013 I walked into a “daycare” house in a South African township. There I met the sweetest, most precious children you could ever imagine.

Many of them reminded me of some of my own treasures.

These beautiful children spend their days in conditions that are truly hard to comprehend. So much worse than the places where some of our own children spent their first years.

And through my tears and a heart that sees each precious blessing as valuable and a gift from heaven, I pleaded of the Lord again that day…

“Father, let us come back and be your hands and feet to the least of these.”

And now, nearly two years later, God has released us to run this race. This desire that has been burning in our hearts for so many years is finally becoming a reality. His timing is perfect. Always.

Life is crazy and hectically busy as we sell and give away all of our earthly possessions and let go of our belongings here. I wondered how it would feel after having our furniture in storage for eighteen months. Would I long to be able to hold onto a few things? Would I feel regret that I would have to part with some things that I love and have enjoyed having?

But God has done such a deep and profound work in my heart over the last few months. It’s been the easiest thing in the world letting stuff go. I have no attachment to any earthly possession but am choosing to store my treasure in heaven. My heart is so focused on the children I see when I close my eyes.

Precious blessings like this angel who I met that day. The ones who God has given us HIS heart for.

We absolutely cannot wait to go and get started. To pour our lives out for the sake of this call, this cause.

These children.

This need.

For such a time as this.