I long desperately tonight. Every single thing in me cries out for the peoples of this world to know Your name.
Jesus, I'm crying for you. I'm crying for your people, Lord, please.
Why do you have me here? When the only thing I desire is you and the advancement of your kingdom throughout the people groups living in the unreached nations, in the slums, God, in the deserted corners of the abandoned warehouse? I want to see Your name exalted in the regions that have not been touched with Your truth. Why do you still have me in America, Lord?