It’s been 48 hours since I left home. Of that 48, I have spent nearly 18 on a
plane or bus, about 2 attempting to sleep in a hammock at Boston Logan Airport,
and about 5 hours today wandering around the city of Panajachel to see what I
could find.
After being in bed last night for about 9
hours and sleeping maybe 4, this morning was not the easiest wake up. One weakness of mine is definitely rest. I don’t have to sleep forever, I just need a
few quality hours of rest and I’m fine.
That has been the most evasive thing these past 48 hours, and I’d be
surprised if that didn’t continue for the next 11 months. Let’s just pray I can learn to sleep
anywhere.
However, as sit here in this open-air
coffee shop in the middle a busy little town with the most beautiful scenery, I
feel my idea of myself is beginning to be adjusted. When I woke up this morning, I just knew it
was going to be a rough day. I barely
touched breakfast and as I drug my feet into a time a worship, I finally
realized what God meant by meeting us where we are. I committed into a time of prayer and worship
that I totally expected to coast through.
I pray you refuse to give into the apathy that surrounds us.
I have a confession… I don’t know what I’m doing. This is the first “mission trip” I have
launched on that I’m not prepared for.
Sure, my bags are packed and I have all my gear, but how do you prepare
to have your world rocked?
As a team we are setting out on a nearly yearlong
journey where we can live as the body and kingdom that we’re called to be and
hopefully change lives for God’s purpose and His glory. As an individual, I am continuing a life-long
journey into discipleship that will drop me to my face and empower me into a
calling that I cannot deny.
When I left, my brother asked me not to be
one of those people that come back weird after being overseas for an extended
period of time. I know my life will
forever be changed, but I also cling to the promise that I was made an
individual by a Creator, not a Duplicator.
It’s ok to have my personality as long as there is no denying where I
stand or who’s in control.
So, as of now, I am still going on a few
hours of sleep, I still don’t know what I’m doing, and I still have
insecurities that creep in. BUT, I
cannot help but smile at the fact that I can find rest in a coffee shop in the
middle of the busy little town of Panajachel.
