In the past, whenever I got back to Iwatsuki after a visit in Okinawa, I got knocked off balance with any problem Satan hit me with. I realized it wasn't so much because they were HUGE problems he was attacking me with but because I'd gotten so spiritually weak. Let me explain.
In my visits to the island, my days have always been filled with blessing and ministry; rich answered prayer and fruit from previous years of missionary work... It hit me for those special weeks, I forgot about scripture memory completely--I'd gotten so excited about what else God was doing, I couldn't think about anything else. The missionary--Christian worker in any way--has a tendency to want to meet others' needs and neglect one's own heart condition--when I read about this caution, I felt it would never happen to me--ha!
When I recognized what happened, I asked friends for prayer before making this trip, that it wouldn't happen again. God had to answer all their prayers for me--not only does He wake me early morning every day for date time with Himself; He also showed me a yummy warm beverage; He made sure one of the mugs here have birdies painted on it...some groggy mornings, the big black one seems to caw good morning.
