I was a mess. We had just arrived at our ministry for month 1 that morning. Yet here I was, cleaning up my most recent attempt to make it to the toilet before throwing up. The rest of my team went to the grocery store to grab me a Sprite and was preparing something for the kids that afternoon. I had been throwing up every hour for the past couple and the force of my stomach heaving had given me diarrhea as well.
This was not what the World Race was supposed to be like.
Yet there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t even sleep because by the time I was falling asleep, it was back to the bathroom with me. Another one of my teammates wasn’t feeling very good either, so I found myself on the floor cleaning so my teammate wouldn’t have to use the restroom in its current state. I was crying because I felt so weak not knowing what would happen if I had to throw up again. I didn’t know if I could do it.
When I’m weak, He is strong.
The softness of the thought almost surprised me, yet it comforted me. So, I trudged back to my sleeping bag and just let the scripture wash over me and lull me to sleep.
When I’m weak, He is strong.
When I’m weak, He is strong.
When I’m weak, He is strong.
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UPDATE: I’m feeling much better now. One sick day, one rest day and I’m back on my feet with some antibiotics. My ministry hosts and my team have been so gracious and understanding. The kids we are working with are tons of fun, I’ll share more about them in the next blog post!
