This month is flying by. My team has been traveling through southern Chile looking for new contacts for AIM. It has been MOST adventurous!
This past weekend we traveled in a very tiny boat to an island near Castro to visit with a few other missionaries. Beautiful island, beautiful people. We saw wild dolphins and sea lions. I also spent yesterday morning throwing starfish and jellyfish back into the water.
I am trying to be the person you want me to be, but sometimes who I am sneaks out. Are you sure this life is for me? The life you gave me before was a book from a different series. You tell me I am special, unique, different. You have your sons and daughters tell me I am special, unique, and different. You protect me from this world you created and save me from myself. Your garden is plentiful but I still occasionally venture to the gutters. You let me fall down those steps, over and over agin, but encourage me to laugh the pain away, get up, and tell what you’ve done. How are you so good? I ask and receive, and you’re never done teaching. You don’t only want my praise, but you want my pride. Even in our suffering it is impossible to look at you and not see that we belong to you and your kingdom. We are yours. When we look away, you never do. In the sea of faces you see the one. In my boots, my walk is yours. When I am on my face, my walk is yours. I love when we joke. All of this to glorify you. It’s all centered around you even when we don’t see it. Even if i wanted to, I couldn’t outrun your desire to know me. This world is yours and anyone who doesn’t know, will. Your redemption is worth every minute, day, and year of sadness. You send me a smile in the lonely walks. You send me warmth in the dense cold. You breathe for me when I can’t inhale. This is the life for me. I am certain. I am yours. Even when others throw stones, you look at me and smile. I am your favorite. This life, your life, is for me. Against all hope, I, in hope, believe.
