leaving

A few weeks ago I took my seat on a plane, taxied the runway, and took a good look at the ground from air. Then... it settled- there is work to be done.

I have been in this country, this city, with it's people many times before. But as I looked out over the city that I had just spent a week in, it felt as though I had been kicked under the seat I was sitting in- there is work to be done. I have long know this need, but when I looked out over the city, verses I had been reading of late, conviction, and my heart's desire to serve the Lord took full throttle.

There is work to be done.
There are souls that need to hear the gospel.

{Mark 16:15} And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature. 

What am I doing for the Lord? Am I reaching out with the gospel where I am? 

I left that country and I returned to my native land. Each time I have left there I have always said that I leave a bigger piece of my heart behind. There is work for the Lord to be done. Whether it is this city, country, or where I am... the need is great. What am I doing?