tribe
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We all have tribes. Some are our churches, our families, our organizations, our social circles.
This collection of elephants is sort of what my tribe looks like.
A colorful collection of pachyderms, collected from around the world.
Sudan
Liberia
Guatemala
Kenya
Sri Lanka
Israel
Nepal
India
Rwanda
South Africa
Cambodia
Burma/Myanmar
Oklahoma
Each little, or not so little, elephant was a gift from someone in my tribe who has gone somewhere on this big earth to love God's people and share the good news of His gospel as they serve Him and them.
When I look up at this display of God's grace and mercy in palm sized tokens of wood, stone, and fabric, I'm reminded of His goodness. His love for His people. His love for me.
He has blessed me by placing me in a tribe of people who eagerly seek Him.
On those days when its harder to praise Him, obey Him, and be joyful, I look at these silly trinkets and am reminded of those who have done hard things, with joy in their hearts, because of Christ. And I thank God for them.
I'm reminded of how God uses His people to serve more of His people.
And a lot of times its the people who are there to do the "loving and serving" who are the ones beings loved and served.
On Friday the Lord sent out one of my tribe. Five of those elephants are from her. She is absolutely the elephant VIP. And on Friday, Betsy left the comforts of North America, of wide open spaces, and dry land to serve on the Africa Mercy with Mercy Ships in the Democratic Republic of Congo. For six months she will live in the tiniest of quarters on a ship docked in Africa.
Betsy obediently studied hard through the years, got into an excellent nursing program, graduated, passed her boards, and worked diligently on a surgical floor of a hospital for several years to obtain experience. Meanwhile, serving around the world in a medical capacity on her breaks and vacations. She has travelled to Africa, Asia, and Central America The story of how the Lord mapped this out for her is incredible. It puts Him and His plan on display.
Betsy, I love you and am so proud of you. You encourage me more than you know. I love seeing your heart for people and the way you challenge me to be more than words, but to be action. Not to just love mercy and walk humbly, but to DO justly. Thank you for being a doer, for Christ.
Go, and love well, serve well.
Feel free to follow along with Betsy in Africa at www.betsystill.blogspot.com.





