MK Prayer

Father God,

You have planted us in soil far from our ancestral homes. You have asked us to walk your map and you have led us around the world and back again. We have seen your hand at work and we have felt your presence: in Venezuela, in China, in Indonesia, in Papua New Guinea, in Guatemala, in Japan. We have seen our parents follow your compass and chart their lives by your maps. We thank you for your presence and for your provision. Even as we are grateful we ask for your mercy.

Father God, we, missionary kids from every tribe and culture ask for your comfort. Would you enlarge our hearts to encompass the loss we have experienced? Would you comfort us and remind us of your presence as we say goodbye to friends and family, countries and cultures. We are weary of goodbyes. Sometimes we are weary of hellos.

Would you please draw near to us as we bear witness to a world in turmoil and darkness. We so often inhabit the last outpost,the "last homely house", the no man's land between the light and the pit. We have seen much and experienced much and the scars are on our hearts. Would you please release your healing on eyes that have seen too much too young, on tired and wounded hearts?

Precious Father, most importantly, would you daily remind us of who we are? Please root us in Yourself. Remind us that we find our identity in You alone and in the knowledge that we are strangers and aliens on this planet, passing through and on our way HOME.

Father God please use us for your Kingdom, as your Bridge People, as Restorers of the broken and the fragmented, as your Peacemakers, as those who offer your Comfort and your Healing. Please use our many languages, our many relationships, our longing for adventure, our love and respect for culture and for difference, our passion for the dark and forgotten places on this planet, our heart for the underdog and the marginalized. Please show us how to use our heritage for your purpose, for your kingdom. May it come quickly!!!

Amen