In the midst of so many things going on, I find time to stop and consider how it is that I am alive and living yet another day. Now 23 years old which means I have lived about 8,395 days on this earth. The grace that is given to live each and every one of those days is beyond my finite mind. It is such a blessing to know that each one of those days lived out, God allowed and knew before the beginning of time. One of the missionaries that has been on my mind recently died at the age of 25, his name William
Whiting Borden. He was born into one of the most wealthy families in Chicago, he finished high school at age 16 and went to Europe and Africa while there his eyes were open to the need that surrounded in such a spiritually dark world. When he finish college in 1909 he decided to go be a missionary to the Muslims in the Northern area of China. God had other plans for this young man, he died while in Egypt during his training there only 25 years old. His life goal was to serve Christ on the mission field, he gave up wealth, fame and acceptance to follow the greatest calling for a human being. That is to serve and give our lives to Christ holding nothing but this is not a sacrifice as some might think rather it is the greatest honor. William's life inspires me as I finish working on my degree in premed, not to grow tired or take the days given for granted but to remember they are leading up to the longing of my heart to serve my King wherever I am. So when I go to biochemistry lab or organic chemistry lecture whatever it may be my heart must always be thanking God for the moments I have doing these things to the fullest of my ability. I would rather serve God in the hardest of places one day than live a normal live in the States, I hope and pray that I too can be like William and seek out the lost souls that I come into contact with for Christ.
