I think it was right here that I realized: I am fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139:14)
These past few weeks have been a whirl wind. I can't believe it's already been 3 weeks on the World Race. Being apart of the World Race can be exhausting. The team and I are constantly discussing procedures, planning out our day, and pouring into others, praying, cooking, and traveling. We’re always on the go it seems, and our days are quite “intense”. This past week was really discouraging for me, I was thinking of home and how usually at this time of the year I’m planning on how to embark on the great journey to Loranda Cottage: the family cabin. It’s an outdoor paradise, about 45 minutes from any sort of grocery store or civilization, and about 3 hours away from our home town. The roads and highways leading to this nature filled hideaway climb high into the mountains, cling to steep rock faces, weave between bubbling brooks and ragging creeks that seem to set a tone of adventure, and sink into dense forests and brush.
Usually a whole bunch of the family heads up there for the August Long weekend, (the first weekend of August). And this time last year, I had taken the roof and doors off my jeep TJ and was gearing up to have one of the best weekends of the summer! We have campfires, kayak, hike, off-road, swim, eat great food, play boardgames, watch movies, enjoy awesome company, and have an all round BLAST!
I’ve also been discouraged with my self value. The team that I’m on is so capable of so many things. I feel as though if I weren't here, they’d manage just fine! I’m not a great prayer, listener, or preacher. My sense of humor seems to have it’s own course in this group, and quite often I’m full of doubt, wondering why I’m even here. I mean we all get along and appreciate one another, but it’s been tough knowing how comfortable and enjoyable home is, and realizing how that’s not necessarily the case here in Bulgaria.
But after visiting Belogradchik, (a rock formation in Bulgaria that has a great look out)and seeing how beautiful this world we live in is, it’s struck me, God designed me the way I am for a purpose. I don’t need to worry if the words don’t come out ‘just right’ or if my impatience gets the best of me sometimes or if I haven't had a great attitude towards our outreach. God made me to learn from my past, and gave me the ability to strive for better. It’s only through his grace that I get up in the mornings.
Matthew 6:25-32 talks about birds not needing to store away their food, but God feeds them! it also references the fields and how they’re clothed with flowers. It explains that God cares for us much more than the birds or the fields, so why should we worry?
All this to say: we are fearfully and wonderfully made just the way we are.
ps, to my family, I’m sad that I’m missing out on the fun, but i hope that you all have an AWESOME time!
thanks for reading!
