Our world is shrinking.
Yesterday my friend Sue backed out of her ice covered driveway, slid to the nearest main street, navigated barely salted avenues until she reached the interstate that took her to the airport. There she boarded a plane and flew to Australia where she will spend two weeks with her husband, a researcher for our state university.
A retired librarian who grew up in a rural southern town, this strong lady raised an intelligent daughter who graduated at the top of her high school class, earned an art degree from college and now lives in Germany with her husband and two adorable little girls.
The desire to see her granddaughters has made my friend a world traveler.
Until I married, I had never been farther than Texas When the opportunities to travel to Japan, Hawaii, Mexico and Italy came along later in my life, I was ecstatic, and the trips were as much fun as I dreamed they would be.
Four years ago, after Mother gifted me her prayer journals, I started a blog and it amazed me to see it reach people in countries all over the world.
Some of the readers are from Thailand, and they probably follow my blog because they know members of our family who, for several years, have made mission trips to that beautiful country.
Two of the most effective people I know, Ben and Karen arrive on site prepared to help anywhere they are needed. They raise their own funds to provide for their food and housing and often provide for the needs of people they encounter.
A need they couldn’t supply on their last trip was a well that would provide water to one of the villages where they helped teach English.
For several years two women from America lived in a tent with no running water nearby as they ministered to the village residents. This obvious hardship left an impression on my relatives and last week as we celebrated the life of our mother and mother-in-law, Elizabeth McLeary, Ben made a suggestion, “Let’s donate money in Mama’s name to build a well in Thailand.”
The rest of the family agreed this was the perfect gift to honor her memory.
Today we received and email that read, “Angel (an appropriate name for one of the workers) received the money for the well. They should dig it on March 13th. After its dug, the Mayor will send out the pump and solar panel. We will receive a picture of the completed project.”
Mother wrote in her journal, “God is in control of everything, and He weaves together all our lives into His plan.”
My mother and mother-in-law never left the states, but each will impact a world made smaller because of airplanes and the internet. It may be surprising to me, but Jesus knew two thousand years ago that it would be possible when He told us to go into all the world.