Unsung Heroes. A ministry that pushes me. This is not a normal month. I have officially packed my things to move 3 times, packed my backpack to stay a couple nights here and there twice. And we still aren’t done moving. I have stayed in 2 hostels, 1 guest house, and 1 hotel. RTB traveled from Kuala Lumpur to Melaka, to another place in Melaka, then to Pangkor Island for a weekend. We plan on going to Singapore in 2 days, then back to Melaka, then to Kuala Lumpur, Penang, and then travel up to Thailand for PVT. (PVT= Parent Vision Trip= I get to see my parents= I will probably cry= I’m so extremely excited to see them!)
But needless to say, I am tired of living out of a bag. I’m tired of not knowing where I will sleep in a couple days. I’m tired of not having simple things from home. I miss my dresser. It’s weird, and it seems so stupid to miss. Out of all the things in America, I miss a dresser.
And as much as I just want to be in some place for more than 3 weeks, and I despised my UH month in Zimbabwe, God redeemed the importance of Unsung Heroes for me this month. He reminded me that He sets out the steps before I even think about moving my foot. He gave me an awesome team, in which several people crush it at finding contacts and talking with people.
He truly blessed me by giving me the chance to work with Down Syndrome children (who have a HUGE soft spot in my heart) and other special needs children. He blessed the whole team by bringing us to Straits Baptist Church, which led to a whole weekend spent together at a church camp on Pangkor Island, all expenses paid for!!! My amazing Lord is gently reminding me of how much I relied on myself and team in Zim, instead of listening to where He wanted us to go. And that’s where my resentment towards UH came from, my personal discomfort and past experience.
Two different months, and 2 different outcomes. Zimbabwe vs. Malaysia.
The outcome within myself in Zimbabwe was bitterness towards my team, and honestly just a bad attitude. I struggled in a lot of areas in Zimbabwe.
The outcome within myself in Malaysia is a work in progress currently. Bear with me. But Malaysia is the start of something great. I have a great team, who I have full faith in. We have met some awesome hosts for future World Race teams. The Lord is working differently in every one’s life, but there is a safe place in our team.
As much as I would love to stop living out of my pack, and day pack, and the unpredictability, I have a pretty sweet living arrangement. I’m staying, for free, in a guest house, with AC and the most comfortable bed I’ve been on in the last 8 months. It was worth the moving around, and being uncomfortable before, during, and after travel days. This place where I am at, physically and spiritually, was worth all the times I hated UH.
(Kelly Anne and Caitlin are by far the best team members and friends I could have ever hoped to have be a part of my life. They are ahh-maaazinggg and I love them so much………….You get this added in when you ask some teammates to pre-read your blog)
