Perfectionism. It has plagued me most of my life. Combined with my self-diagnosed ADD, writing- while I enjoy it in theory- causes me incredible anxiety and frustration. When I blog, I want to paint the best picture of my experiences. I want to capture my feelings and thoughts and share them with you in a way that engages your hearts and minds. But I want to it be flow smoothly and logically. With no grammatical errors. And good transitions. And like many of you, I'm my own worst critic.
So I want to apologize. Because I haven't adequately shared what God has been doing on this World Race adventure. And I have allowed my perfectionism to keep me from writing.
I'm sitting in a café in Kisumu, Kenya. And I don't have much time left before the girls of team Awakened Ezekiels head out to the Masai Market. But I have decided to post this blog before I leave. Regardless of the flaws I see in it. Because I am no longer going to allow perfectionism to have a hold of me.
Kenya has been wonderful so far. I am learning how to pray diligently and speak the Word boldly. In the past two weeks, we've shared the Word in just over a hundred homes, a handful of small groups, a women's gathering, and multiple churches. I am also learning to appreciate life as it happens, and all of the little things that make life so sweet… like lying in a hammock in a tree and reading a good book, drinking milky African tea, getting my dirty feet washed by my loving host mom, riding piki pikis (motorbikes) on a hot day, and holding an African child in my lap.
It's month seven of the World Race, and I am so thankful for what God has done. How he has molded me and shaped me into a more loving person. And a more thankful person.
I shared in a sermon last week that God desires us to invite Him into our daily activities. Prayer is more than just communicating with God. It is communing with God. Simply being in His presence. And I challenge you to do the same. You'll realize just how much God blesses you. In the simplest of ways.
