I am seriously messed up. 

This morning I was sitting on the couch just enjoying Easter morning and looking through The Travel Book that sits on our coffee table. Looking at the faces of the people in that book, and realizing that they live in a country where Jesus has not been named, has ruined the rest of my day. I just want so badly to tell them the story of God!   

 The countries are listed alphabetically in the book, and I got all the way to the letter M before I broke down. I came into my room and sat down at the desk that my roommate and I share, turned on my computer, and went to www.joshuaproject.org to look up the status of the Gospel around the world. 

I started to make a list of the countries around the world where that have never been engaged with the Gospel. But the list got too long. I got a bit overwhelmed and had no other option but to fall on my knees in prayer before the Creator of these people. 

Later today I was listening to some music and the old hymn, This is My Father's World came on. Man! I immediately comforted by the lyrics. 

This is my Father's world. 

It's not mine. 

He knows what He is doing. And it is His to do with what He pleases.

He knows that I am here right now, and that there are people all over the world that do not know his name.

But its His world. Not mine. 

That is comforting.