Right now I'm in a hostel, in a random back alley in Delh, India. Or maybe New Delhi, India. I honestly have no idea. I think they're the same thing. Which, if that's the case, major props to Indian government officials who have come up with an incredible marketing campaign for the city, simply by calling it New. Way to go guys.
So, other than being a horrible missionary who doesn't even know the name of the city in which he finds himself, I've continued to reflect a lot as S-Squad heads into our LAST MONTH of the race. Team Frontline is headed to Bangalore (our 40 hour train leaves in a few hours…and I am crazy pumped about the possible photo opportunities….) and we'll be working with YWAM. I am thrilled to be here this month and have already enjoyed the few hours I've gotten to spend in Delhi…New Delhi…this place.
As we head into new territory, pushing forward into the unknown one last time, I cannot help but continue to look back at this journey God has had me on. It's been much, much harder than I've expected. I've grown much more than expected…in areas that I didn't expect to grow in at all. Maybe growth isn't the best word…I've had revelation in areas of my life I thought were pretty well settled. God has spoken to me through so many people in so many different ways. I think once I'm home I'll write a number of posts about all that…but for now I'll just share one…and in very general terms:
This year my pride has had the crap beat out of it. Repeatedly.
It hurt. Repeatedly.
God used it to bring me revelation. Repeatedly.
And I am thankful for what He has shown me and taught me because of it. Incredibly thankful.
I know that's super general, and I want to expound…but I need time to sort it all out first…otherwise I'll ramble on for years, almost coming to a point, and then rambling some more. But I think more than anything this year, my pride (not arrogance mind you…but a sense of self) has been challenged…in a way that hasn't been in any way enjoyable, but has been in every way beneficial.
Whew…starting to get a little too profound for my taste. Before we're all wading around ankle-deep in a ridiculous amount of self-analyzation and over-reflection, and since we're already in the spirit of "looking back"…let's enjoy a final set of photos from Tanzania together. Africa…we had something special didn't we? You're great Africa. I'm sure we'll meet again. Thanks for everything…especially the chipatti!
Actually…now that I think about it, I think I have more photos still on my memory card that I haven't edited or uploaded yet. Maybe I'll post those sometime later. Looks like I'll be calling on you sooner than I thought Africa!
