There are days…
There are days when all you may do that’s considered ‘ministry’ is picking some weeds in a bean garden
There are days when you spend more time waiting for transportation than you spend actually at ministry
There are days you feel more like a traveling act than you do a missionary here to serve the Lord
There are days where you forget which language you’re supposed to respond in so you nearly run from people to avoid the dilemma
There are days where you just don’t want to be here
There are days when you ache for the next month…
The next country…
The next chapter…
The next…
But you’re here.
In this month…
In this country…
In this chapter…
With these days…
These days that the Lord has written out for you…
Where He wrote in the weed pulling…
Where He knew you’d have to wait…
Where He picked you for the traveling act…
And where He thought the language barrier would just make it interesting…
These days…
Are the ones He chose for you.
Today my friend, Alyssa, and I were waiting for the bus. It was our day off, and we had gone to a village about 15 minutes away to have breakfast and use the internet a little bit.
We waited and we waited and we waited.
Two buses passed right by us…not even slowing down to humor us.
We thought about trying to walk, but it was so hot that we decided to wait a little bit longer.
Finally, an hour and a half later, we decided to walk the direction of home.
We hadn’t been walking five minutes when someone stopped for us.
They were going the direction we were going…
And they didn’t even charge us…
The bus stops here are called: “Waiting Rooms”.
We can get stuck there for a long time sometimes
We can put off walking because it’s uncomfortable and too far, and our destination seems unreachable…
We want the way there to be easy…
We don’t really want to have to move at all…
So we wait…
We wait and we rationalize why it’s okay that we wait…
Because He does ask us to wait sometimes…
But there are other times where He says:
“I already told you where you’re to go…you know which way is home…it’s time to walk.”
There are days…
There are days full of mundane things, full of ordinary things, full of daily, run of the mill things, and seemingly full of longings for what’s next in life as opposed to the day at hand…
But maybe it’s in that thing, that ordinary thing, where He’s asking you to walk.
Where He’s asking you to stop waiting for the next thing…for that bus that is going to make everything better.
That bus that will get you to where you want to go faster than you feel like walking will.
Sometimes we just need to get out of the waiting room.
And we need to walk.
We need to walk the direction He told us long ago to go.
And don’t worry…
He knows when you need a lift…
And unlike the bus you were waiting for, His won’t cost you a dime.
