It occurs to me that a month is not a long time. It is only 30 days.
I have been here in my “new home” for just over a month now.
It still feels new, yet at that same time, after work I come home. I don’t know how to explain it. I feel at this in-between point. I am not feeling like a local here, but I don’t feel quite as new. I have a garden, a church, an apartment.
And then it occurs to me. I only have 11 of these months to change the world. If I don’t feel settled here at “home” then image what the World Race will be like!
I have a very short time to make a very big impact, letting the love of God pour out of me to the people around me. I believe in the strength God will give me to do that. I believe in all He will change in me in the process (offend-able heart, lack of patience, trust, and peace, feelings of lack, and expectations of the worst) and I though I don’t feel ready, I know that God prepares the called and there is nothing I can do to prepare myself.
Though I only have a few months left before leaving, and then just 11 months on the Race, I have faith in God’s goodness.
This is ALL going to be good…
