So, I had a dream that Jonathan put a ring on my finger last night. THAT has never happened before...

Anyway, what I find amazing about God is how He speaks to our hearts. Last night Jonathan brought up the question, (after hearing me squeal in excitement over a voice mail from my dear friend Jassi Rose, whom I felt the Lord telling me to call yesterday, which I thought about, thought it was too early, and didn't, hence my excitement that obviously I was supposed to have called her b/c she ended up calling me. I just think things like that are rock on cool, even though I didn't call her like I felt I should have, but that is beside the point, right now anyway) if sin had not come into the world, would we ALWAYS be able to hear the Lord's voice and follow it right away?

On another note: My biggest struggle this past week? Being called, named, esteemed, and known as "the missionary." I found myself thankful this week that God calls me by name...not by occupation, tasks, sin by which I have fallen short of His glory, or otherwise...for in none of those is who I am...in none of those is my true identity...for what I long for is my only identity to be that of Barbara, dearly beloved daughter of THE KING. In THAT identity is my fullness.

I AM blessed, by The One who loves me more than any human possible, by The One who's grace knows no bounds...