This month wasn’t what I expected it to be. (and this why we don’t have expectations on the race)
Nepal was going to be “my country”. Nepal was going to be the country where I figured this whole thing out. It was going to be the month when I learned what God was trying to teach me, when I heard His voice loud and clear.
…but why?
Where did this idea come from? What on earth gave me this assumption that I would have all of this figured out by month five? And, what was “this” that I was supposed to have figured out?
Heck if I know.
But this is what I do know.
We had more down time this month then we had ministry time. For the first couple of weeks, I had no idea why we were here.
My team grew closer, and I didn’t even know that was possible because we were already so close. P.S.- My team changed our name to Team Meets World, due to the excessive amounts of Boy Meets World that we watch.
Feedback doesn’t scare me anymore. For the first three months, it bothered me when I received constructive feedback because it meant I wasn’t being all Christ called me to be. It meant I let someone down, and that discouraged me. Now, I say bring the feedback on! I’m ready to walk into the woman He wants me to be, even if it hurts. If I’m not walking whole-heartedly and glorifying Christ with everything that I do, then something needs to change.
Even if most of the month seemed pointless, there was definitely one reason we were here. She was scared of sleeping in her room because of the traumatic past she lived and wasn’t getting the proper attention that she needed to overcome those fears. So, we (both teams) put our heads together and started praying. She was able to go to a different safe house that will be able to give her the focus that she needs.
Missing the holidays is going to be worse than I expected, but I am far stronger than I ever gave myself credit for. During a pretty intense worship session, a sleeping dog in the middle of the living room became my focus. Before I knew it, there were tears running down my face because all I could think about was my dog, Winston. Call me sappy and emotional, but it’s the little things you start to miss the most. Or, in Winton’s case, it’s the huge things you miss.
