My support letters are officially floating around, hopefully landing in hands belonging to generous hearts—hearts full of prayer and compassion. Maybe you are a recipient, reading my blog with a tinge of curiosity. I (cleverly) did not include the names of the countries I’m traveling to, knowing you would seek out more information. So here it is, the list:
Albania
Romania
Malaysia
Thailand
Cambodia
Zambia
Malawi
Chile
Peru
Bolivia
Ecuador
July 2015 seems so far away. Most mornings I wake up wishing it were July already. Most mornings I wake up sick of myself. I’m over how prideful I am, exhausted by my own sinful nature. I’m self-centered and judgmental. I’m ready to be broken. Anxious and excited to begin God’s transformation.
Yea, I know- God is already&always working on me. I know my mission field is wherever I am. I don’t have to be overseas to be broken. But surely there are lessons I can only learn when I’m plucked out of my overly-comfortable environment and forced to rely on Him every single second in a foreign country. I’m just excited for my mission field to actually be a field somewhere.
I can already see how this is going to play out: a year from now I’ll be, in some way, writhing- thinking back to this moment where I’m sitting in my air conditioned living room, leisurely enjoying a spoonful of gourmet peanut butter. I’ll think to myself, “Why didn’t I just enjoy that moment a little longer? I had no idea how hard this was going to be.”
Until then- grab a spoon; let’s finish this jar together while we still can.
