For Brent...

So my brother is having a bit of a rough time on the mission right now; adjusting to a new culture, a new language, being nearly albino right on the equator...I'd struggle too. So...I wrote a poem. This one's for him.

LABOR OF LOVE
-Gina O.

Called to serve my Lord, my God And share the Love of Christ
With the people of Brazil; to live on beans and rice.
The language is a barrier, the heat is hard to bear,
The culture is quite different; I try not to call, "Unfair!"
Although the task at hand seems tough, I never have known strife.
I was born to privilege with the gospel in my life!
The message of my Savior Dear is one I can't deny.
His life was love and sacrifice; for all men He did die.
And when I focus on His love, I know I will survive.
The people here are wonderful; for righteousness they strive.
So onward I continue without a thought of self.
I reach out to my brothers; I love and want to help!
I know God will sustain me. He's always by my side.
I say a prayer and get to work and try to enjoy the ride.