TIME TO STORM THE CASTLE!

 This post is going to be such a jumbled mess.

"How long wilt thou sleep, thou sluggard? And when wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?" (Prov. 6:9) I seemed to hear in bed one morning...or was it afternoon already? I'd worked 'til late last night, so..."This is not your rest; it will DESTROY you!" (Mic. 2:10) The voice continued. "A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep, so shall thy poverty come as one that traveleth, and thy want as an armed man."(Prov. 6:10-11) Come on, came the gentle urging. Up and at 'em.

After all, it really WAS what I really wanted to do.  I don't know how many times I've found myself crying, praying along with the hymn, "Take my life, and let it be consecrated Lord, to thee."

I always felt like I wanted to serve the Lord as a full-time foreign missionary in church-planting work and wondered when God would give me a church ministry to step into. He had sent me to receive full training in the U.S., hadn't He? During my years there, I'd refused to look at anything that could even possibly deter me from that path.

42 years ago, I graduated from college with a bachelor's degree in the school of religion; 41 years ago, I studied for and passed the doctrinal questionnaire to become a missionary; about 37 years ago finished training at the Missionary Linguistic Institute in Ochanomizu. "Take My Life"...had seemed to take full color then.

When I finally returned to the field, God led me into a marriage union with a national, practically guaranteeing I'd bury my bones here on the mission field. But instead of being a more real way to "do missions" and reach souls with the life Gospel of Christ - "your people shall be my people," Ruth had said, and it has been identifying with the people of the land (even being willing to die there) that has won many to the Cross -ironically, it felt like the marriage distanced me from human organizations of church and missions.

The other day, while listening to a message about the walls of Jericho:

"Junie, those Israelite warriors were ready to give their lives but ended up marching around Jericho a whole day then were told to go back home and do it again the next day...and kept obeying until given the divine signal to GO. You will keep obeying too, right, even in your 60's?" Right, I decided; and e-mailed my sister about it. Less than a week later, it was as if a ton of bricks fell on me:

"Junie, what are you waiting for? All those things you have for readers online--get them posted! GO!" It was as if the walls were finally crumbling. 

" 'Ministry' doesn't have to be traditional church work," God seemed to say. "I can do it any way I want!" 

"Even through online readership?"

"Even through online readership." Need I say more?

So...there are many, many things being posted that have been collected and categorized. After seeing over 100 things written in Japanese, I stopped counting. They're being put on different blogs and if I were younger, it'd be on one big website. I studied HTML back then and actually designed my own site but don't even know where it is now, have forgotten everything I studied. Rats. So I'm just stringing together a bunch of blogs, one for Fiction, one for Family History, several individual Novelettes, actual Ongoing Blogs (like this one), Devotionals, ...you get the idea.

Ever Notice? WHEN WALLS FALL FLAT, THEY LOOK LIKE SMOOTH, WIDELY-PAVED HIGHWAYS! Anyway...much to do.