THIS IS A LETTER WE RECIEVED FROM A MISSIONARY WHO STAYED HERE THIS WEEK. HOW WONDERFUL TO HELP, EVEN A LITTLE BIT, A WOMAN WHO HAS DEDICATED HER LIFE TO SERVING OTHERS.
“I stood on the back porch of the Farmhouse looking out across the meadow and river…clear into the mountains beyond. The scene that stretched before me brought back dreams of my childhood days… A lake with ducks and geese calling to each other…A single chestnut-colored horse, with tail switching, grazed peacefully in the lush green pasture.
“The rolling landscape with its weeping willows surrounded by white picket fences…
“Yes…certainly a dream that anyone would have during his lifetime…to live in a lovely place such as this…Whitestone.
“Then a Bobwhite whistled in the distance…A Hummingbird flitted from branch to branch…and insects sang their lazy songs.
“AH! All of this. And just to think you gave it up so that folks, such as I, could come and live it!
“So that I could come away from the dusty, remote, smelly villages in the bush of a third world country.
“So that I could breathe deeply and be carried back to days of dreams.
“So that I could, once again, be prepared to return to be on mission with God. Refreshed and renewed in carrying within me the scenes, sights, and sensations of Whitestone.”
With Deep Gratitude, I Remain your missionary to Zambia,