Argentina-the next frontier.

My heart swells with anticipation, trepidation and confidence as I share this news with you all.

On February 17, 2016, I will board a plane for Cordoba, Argentina, to live there for roughly the remainder of 2016.

I am going there to teach English as a foreign language.

I am going there because I haven’t traveled anywhere and it is time! Time to get out and see the world and experience life and travel and become part of a different culture and experience the wonderful, terrible, purifying fire of all the adversity that is sure to accompany it.

I am going there because the Lord has made it abundantly clear that this is where He wants me to go. I know it’s true.

I know because He put the desire to go teach English on my heart-right as I was about to take steps in moving to Bend, Oregon. I know because I have knocked on two different doors that would lead to great opportunities and the Lord has clearly said “No”. I know because He has given me great peace about going there, even though I hadn’t really seen many open doors there.

I know because, as I wrote this, I learned of several doors that opened. Literally as I was writing this blog post. Praise God.

I know that I know that I know.

So there it is. I don’t know totally why the Lord has me going to Argentina, or where He will take me after, but I know this one thing:

God is a good good Father, and I am His child. He is the Great Shepherd, and I am but a little sheep. Good Fathers take good care of their children, and good shepherds care well for their flocks.

This verse is bringing me much comfort in this season:

If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him! (Matthew 7:11, WEB)

So pray for me, please. I need it. There is much to do in the next 35 days, and many details to work out. I’m diving in head-first into a land that I do not know, into a language I do not know, to work a job that I don’t really know, to fellowship with people I do not know, and become a part of a culture that I do not know. But I know God, and that He will be with me. Always. And that is a blessed assurance indeed.


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