It is a tremendous privilege for my husband and me to be here.

And I want to talk to you this morning about how God moves in mysterious ways.

It's a very great privilege for my husband and me to be here,

and I am a woman greatly blessed in having grown up in a very great privilege for my husband and me to be here, and I am a woman greatly blessed

in having grown up in a very godly home, father, mother, and six of us children.

Every morning after breakfast, we went into the living room where either our father or mother would sit down to the piano,

and we would all down to the piano,

and we would all sing a hymn, seldom omitting a stanza.

And then we listened to the reading of the Bible

and got down on our knees as our fathers prayed

for each one of us by name before we left for school.

I thank God for that upbringing, which some of you also were blessed to have.

We six children were very often privileged to sit at the dinner table and hear firsthand stories after remarkable stories of God's blessings and protection of those whom he had called

to the foreign mission field. And it was then that I began to hope that God might call me to such

service. When I was a teenager, I attended a Bible conference in Keswick Grove, New Jersey.

A woman named Dr. Virginia Blakely, who had been a missionary in Africa, told some hair-raising

stories of the ways in which the Lord had led her and protected her when she sought out tribal people

who knew nothing of God and his love for them.

She lived alone in a little jungle house.

One night she was awakened by wild screams and shouting.

She rose from her bed and as the uproar grew louder and louder, she saw, nearing her house,

a group of frenzied men armed with weapons and flaming torches.

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