From Heartcry Magazine issue #68 …

The following letter is one of the most beautiful that we have ever read regarding the submission of the believer’s will and personal aspirations to the will of God. It was sent from one missionary wife and mother to another. The two wish to remain anonymous, but allowed us to publish the letter for your edification. It is our prayer that it will be as great a blessing to you as it has been to us.

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I recently began to feel the acute pains of missing home. I think it began with my sister going into labor and me being so far away in a tiny village when I received the news. I felt so far away and sensed a growing sadness in not experiencing that moment with my family. I was bombarded by a growing array of thoughts about having missed so many other joyous family moments. I looked at my little daughter who is a constant joy in my life, and I ached with the desire for her grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles to experience her life as I do daily. But they won’t, and when they see her again, this stage will be gone. These sad thoughts grew, linked themselves to others, and spiraled downward to a place where my sacrifice no longer seemed worth it, but my heart refused compliance. I began to think: if I could only have some assurance as to when we should be finished with the work, then I could set my eyes upon the light at the end of the tunnel. However, this caused my heart to leap at the thought of returning home to family rather than at the precious reality that a new people group is now offering a new praise unto our Father.

Today, while reading ‘Candles in the Dark’ by Amy Carmichael, I came across an excerpt of a letter to a dear friend in which she quoted Deuteronomy 18:2, ‘the Lord is their inheritance as He hath said unto them’. Amy then followed by writing the following: “I thought then as I think now of the lovely inheritance you might have had. But he is your Inheritance instead of that lovely earthly joy. Throughout all eternity that word will be opening up its treasures”.

At that point I could not remember exactly what the context was for this verse, so I looked up Deuteronomy 18:1-2. God, in giving instruction to the Israelites before they enter the Promised Land, lays down what should be the inheritance rights for the Levites, those God-chosen servants who were to devote their lives in worshipful service in the temple. My heart sank as I read:
“The priests, who are Levites – indeed the whole tribe of Levi – are to have no allotment of inheritance with Israel. They shall live on the offerings made to the LORD by fire, for that is their inheritance. They shall have no inheritance among their brothers; the LORD is their inheritance, as He promised them.”

Tears burned my eyes as the Lord spoke these words directly and deeply to my heart. I thought of the other eleven tribes who received – as their right – a share in the goodness of the land. I then thought of my family, in their homes, enjoying the blessings, those ‘lovely earthly joys’ God had freely given them. And I heard my Lord Most Dear whisper in my heart, ‘But that is not to be your place. Your inheritance is different’. As I was soaking this in, tears again burned my eyes, and I whispered back to Him, ‘this is a hard word’. My desires to have my daughter grow up around her grandparents and family and an eventual life of pleasant familiarity in America crumbled around me. Then, I again heard God whisper, ‘this is not your inheritance. Your inheritance is Me’. How true this is for my life. I even live on the offerings made to the Lord by my brothers and sisters who have received a very different inheritance. As I closed my Bible my eyes again went to Amy Carmichael’s letter:
‘You will never regret your choice. It is wonderful to be free to pour out all, every drop of one’s life; and that is what you have done and are doing. No, you will never regret it, never’.
There, in my mind’s eye, I knelt beside the road of my spiritual journey, dug a small hole and buried, hopefully deep enough, my desires for a different inheritance. He is enough! My heart still feels weighted down with mourning the death of a desire. However, my heart is secure in knowing that He is enough. I must, in faith, cling to this promise. He is my inheritance, my eternal inheritance, just as He promised.

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