A few months ago, Kristiapplesauce asked me to guest-post for her. What I wrote was an overflow of my heart for her. An overflow of how I feel about blessing her:

what do i know about kristiapplesauce? i don’t know what her eyes look like when she laughs. i don’t have the SLIGHTEST idea what her ever-changing hair looks like right now. and i probably wouldn’t recognize her voice unless she introduced herself. i’ve never met this kristi fair that most of know as kristiapplesauce. some would say that i don’t know much about her at all, but i’d say that i know plenty…

…because i know her heart.

i’m not being presumptuous in making this claim. why do i think i know her heart? because she displays it with every word. and all the exchanges i’ve had with her have given me no other impression than that she’s the real thing.

and she’s doing the real thing.

she’s pouring her life out so that others can live. if you ask me, that’s as close to being Christ-like as any of us can get – this side of heaven.

funny thing is, she’s just like us. she gets lonely. she gets hungry. she cries (a lot). she has times of doubt. she has times of questioning. she has days where she doesn’t feel like praying. she’s just like us.

she’s just like me.

but, she’s over there. and i’m over here. i don’t feel like i’m the one that’s supposed to go to the farthest ends of the earth, but i do believe that some are called. like she’s called.

she’s called to go.

“if you can’t BE a missionary, then adopt a missionary.” This is our motto. i “adopted” her about ten months ago. i’ve never voiced this to her (until she proof-reads this guest post – hi Kristi!), but i distinctly remember thinking: “oh man, i want to be a blessing to this woman. i want to minister to her.”

but what in the WORLD could i do to serve her? what resources do i, within the meager budget of a seminary family, have to offer her??

friendship
prayer
an envelope or two in the mail
a tiny check when we can give

does this make a difference, a real difference, in Kristi’s ministry? i think so. why? because i was able to talk her into letting me write this note to all of you…

she didn’t want me to say this.
in fact, she’s worried that you’ll think she put me up to this.
she didn’t.

but, its gotta be said:
some are called to go.
and the rest of us are called to send.